An end and a beginning Unraveling, writing itself Two moments in time Where neither is the past And neither is the future Time, like the winter outside Seems frozen, yet twirly Like the snow flakes falling Settle and become one My gaze fixed upon a moment When I'm none the wiser Yet the air seems... Continue Reading →
Our first page
There are countless letters on countless pages in countless books in countless libraries. They all have something in common: none of them contain our story. Not a single sheet of paper in any of those books contain the emotions, passions, happiness, or sorrows of ours, nor the paths that we have taken. This, our paper... Continue Reading →