I’m so lost. And for the first time in a long time I feel alone. The pain welcomes me like an old friend. I shrink from it and embrace it at the same time. It is familiar. I’d hoped I’d never be here again. I lost you today. They say it is better to have… Continue reading Lost
Final boarding call for... Hendilaha stood. Black turtle neck, black loafers with a black cardigan draped over her right hand, she was a picture of quiet strength. She was wearing minimal makeup on her fresh face and her long, full black hair was pulled back into a loose knot at the nape of her neck.… Continue reading no Fancy Words or Flowery Speak (3): Flight!