The lights blinked on, one at a time, casting shadows on the already dark and eerie alley. I walked, shoulders hunched, hands stuffed into pockets of faded jeans, worn well past their prime. A dampness lingered in these streets that never seemed to disappear, always clinging with acrid fumes of sorrow, depression and death. IContinue reading “Washed Clean”
You never know what is truly happening within the walls of someone else’s life. Judge them not.
I dreamt of him again. The boy that was mine so long ago, who liked cuddles and thought I hung the moon. We laughed and cried, then went outside to shoot some hoops in the driveway. I played catch and held onto bicycle seats as we sped down streets, scared and laughing. I was standingContinue reading “The Boy That Was Mine”