Xanadu
 

Pastel water colors dripping down the page. Brushes of all thickness dancing swiftly across the canvas. The slow and silent strokes of...

The driveway sits and observes the passersby— people pulling in and leaving. The driveway bears the burden of wearing the weight of...

Dull days begin early. Usually with a cup of coffee. It's been a long journey. Days consist of sitting on a rundown sofa. Hours knitting...

I often wish I was a kite. One high up in the sky, that sways freely in the cool wind with a red velvet ribbon dangling down the side....

The deafening explosion knocks the men off their feet. Brightness blinding each brigadier. Fear runs among them, because they know they...

How can an item so dangerous be so calming? The flame flickers in the air with an amber glow while she settles down to stop shaking from...

Young and new, the cigarette burns fiercely. The ashes flying off the tip with a sense of relief and happiness, as the smoke leaves a...

The days are like wood, getting older overtime. They are unaware of the decay, like termites damaging cross beams in a house. The dusty...

i wake up with these cuts and bruises, wondering where they could have come from. the deep purples and greens and the bright reds and...

Often, it was invisible to my eyes, yet it was still always present. Changing perspective was all it took for me to see the reflection of...