Mirrored messages

Mirrored messages

The synthetic air of the garden deck was suspiciously fresh today. There were notes of honeysuckle, freshly cut grass and the crispness of an early morning in May. Genevieve strolled across the blades of lush green grass, the earth was soft beneath her feet and she...
Second birth

Second birth

There was water everywhere; she was surrounded and gasping for air. She wasn’t quite sure why she was here or what had brought her here this time but she had a feeling she was too late. Her head rose to the surface, it was dark and she looked all around her. Why had...
Indelible ink

Indelible ink

Sometimes I am not sure what I believe in. I think the older you get, the more cynical you become and the less you believe in magic. I remember a time where I believed in soul mates and the fateful meeting of two energies, and sometimes I want to believe that magic...
Dear love

Dear love

Dear love, I woke this morning marinading in you. You were not there, you’re never there. You are sealed safely in my imagination, a person I have yet to meet or a person I have already met. But I know you, I will know you when you finally reveal yourself, but for now...
The bonds that make us

The bonds that make us

The disconnection of my device, the paradoxical delusion and momentary panic that I was dislocating myself from society. I felt anxious, my pulse rate rising and my chest compressing the oxygen contained within its cavity. I couldn’t breathe. I just needed to breathe....