August ’96

In the face of death you can't help but see all the good that came and went all the life you have left to live one life ends but more will begin you are here to move forward to live to experience everything that you can everywhere you can there is still good out there… Continue reading August ’96


Excerpt From the Story I May Never Write

You stare out the window, fiddling with your fingers. Wondering where it all went wrong. When it got this bad. How it even happened without you even noticing. How could you overlook something this obvious, this in your face, this blatantly there.