Stories, fragments, and photographs from the in-between moments of everyday life
Time stood still, as we existed amongst one another in a silence that salved our souls, while we peered out into the center of the Milky Way, tracing its curves with our fingertips. Minutes passed before we spoke, and in those mere minutes I remember recognizing that feeling. The kind where nothing else mattered, because past and future remained in their place, and only that single moment, that sliver of time meant everything.
the air is thick, this room is hazy I know you’re close, heart beats are racing. a sea of bodies surrounds me, not a face of despair I catch yours in the crowd, and I can’t help but stare. you smile back somehow, you make …
An Ode to my Favourite Season; here is one of my favourite pieces. As the Wind ran his familiar fingers across my cheeks, he played with my hair, freeing strands from under my scarf. Unfazed and determined to catch my bus, I continued to walk. …
The Sky was a cloudless pale blue, as I stepped onto my deck on a cool August evening. I rested my head against the backrest of the patio chair, and gazed out into the backyard, past the neighbouring homes, and at all that I could …