Intrepid Inscape

I am not really a storyteller of sorts, I tend to let my mind wander too far; too often. It’s very hard for me to keep things concise. A...

We have carried out the unspeakable, quiet behind the sheets of whispers, jubilant before the questioning gaze, triumphant we lay in a...

Streetlights hanging from organic trees that which grow tearing the concrete floors, halo of hope they create in my mind as they fuel in...

Moments make up my time while time passes by, overhead slow, and slowly I meld with the evening sunlight passing through your auburn...

We make amends with our quiet misconceptions; with the weight of our worries whirling within. We move around with measured disposition,...