I’ve never felt permanent. Like a trick of the light or a penny on the sidewalk. Real, but never there for long. I see myself as a figure to be placed but not a subject to be saught. Go where I’m needed and leave where I’m not. Even I don’t recognize my past lives when Continue reading

A frigid wind. A million whispers in each second. They might as well be screaming as they bite between my ears. A snarling, invisible beast. The inside of my mind takes many forms, most recently the storm. Isolating and unforgiving. My own voice circles me like my confidence is the tastiest dinner after a long Continue reading