For several months now, I have had a recurring dream. In the dream, I live in a world where there is no word for this emotion that we on earth call LOVE. In this alternate universe of my dreamscape, it is impossible to go up to someone and say, “I love you.” The word doesn’t exist. You can only show… Read More
There is an immense crater, the size of a small lake. Where water once flowed from a nourishing stream into the crystal clear waters of this lake, now the stream is a barren river bed. Dust drifts away at the slightest breeze, deepening the crevice, cracking the ground. Where the lake used to be, the underwater plants have shriveled from the sun’s glare, lying flat against the hard, hot surface of the crater. It smells like death.
“The fountain of beauty is the heart, and every generous thought illustrates the walls of your chamber” —Frances Quarles Have you ever been stunned by the spectacular beauty of someone, found yourself admiring them, only to realize their beauty faded as their spirit leaked through their skin? Have you ever walked past a nameless face, their outward appearance causing nothing to… Read More