Slip of a Moment in Time

Watching the colors dance across the this blank canvas, I can see the transformation taking place. As the sun sinks lower and lower,the clouds morph from cottonball white into shades of neon pink and orange.                I can see them billow out at the ends, as if trying to…

Where I’m Found

[X] Where I’m Found I could feel them. The brittle, cool waves lapping at my feet. They lick at me like a hungry horse, lapping on a sugar cube, eager and tenacious. I don’t mind the slight stinging of the small, sharp shells at my ankles. The stinging halts my mind as I trudge on,…