words and shit

The month that whispered promisesand delivered storms instead,that kept my hands raw from holding onto things that weren’t mine to keep. I am gladfor the mornings I spentwatching the sky…

The wind moves across the ridgeslike a memory I almost remember.Stone waits, patient, unchanging,and I watch the sun spill goldover the quiet bones of the earth. I have walked this…

I watched the IV drip sway like a metronome,counting each beep as if it were a sermon.Outside, the wind rattled the window like applausefor something I’d never performed. I told…

I didn’t know a life could change in the span of an ordinary afternoon. There was no thunderclap, no choir of angels, just sunlight falling through a café window and…