Human Nature

  • She Just Is

    Beautiful little flower. Her petals close upon the darkening sky and she sleeps, opening again to the morning sun. Searing heat tortures her softness. Storms tear at her fragile frame. Yet she keeps waking, opening. Closing, sleeping. She does not… Continue reading

  • The Flame

    Let me be the flame that burns into your midnight dreams. Let these embers spark your long forgotten desires. Let you taste them again within the deepest darkest corners of your soul. Continue reading

  • This Beautiful Sadness

    I’m down in the depths of me, today. It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that. This beautiful sadness. It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave. It flows through my veins until… Continue reading

  • Kissed

    I remember how it feels to be kissed by the soul of another. How deep and rare, to be touched like that.   Continue reading

  • Nothing Is Certain

    Nothing is certain. I fight that feeling, everyday. The knowing that I don’t know the answers. And probably never will. So, I suppose, then that some things are certain after all. Continue reading

  • The White Swan

    The soft girl drifted away from the ballet and felt the air fall around her like silk. It was a wonderful twenty-four hours, one of the rare occasions that my husband and I leave our children in the capable hands… Continue reading

  • Human Nature

    On the ninth day of Christmas I felt sadness inside of me and I cried. Who am I to keep sadness prisoner inside these flimsy human walls of mine? Sadness deserves freedom just as much as joy does. On the ninth… Continue reading

  • When The Soul Wakes

    The world didn’t suddenly become more beautiful. Her soul woke up. And finally she saw everything. Continue reading