dear faraway friend

dear faraway friend

My purple pen dances across the white, college-ruled page. The smell of the PaperMate ink fills my nostrils as I bend down as close to the paper as I can, somehow feeling as if I can be a part of the purple words I’m scrawling. I pause after my simple introduction...
belay that

belay that

I inhale slowly, opening my eyes slightly. A dawn sky gently filters through the bedroom window, whispering a greeting in the silence. I close my eyes and push away waking up a few more moments. My pillows are soft, and the blankets warm. Whatever stressors the day...