I Can See It…

When my eyes are closed, I can see it. The orange lights shining on the horizon The thunderous mountains just beginning to emerge The wind whipping through my hair As my feet pound the pavement Step after ever present step When my eyes are closed, I can see it. The feel of fingers in hair Eyelashes fluttering…

Reminisce With Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Weaving the Threads.” Shay wasn’t the sentimental type. Wasn’t one for keeping things for years in shoe boxes collecting dust in the closet. Wasn’t keen on writing things down to remember for years to come. As someone who was very familiar with disappointment, there was never quite a…