Every day was the same. Each morning Tom told his shadow, “I can make it through the day without it. I won’t do it, no matter what.” And every evening, Tom convincingly stroked his ego, “This will be the last time.” But today, he meant it. He really, really meant it. He had a beautiful … Continue reading Torn

Bridled Birds

I steal anticipated glances of you from street cables on a semi-daily basis. An unhealthy obsession planted by intrigue during intermittent bouts of unemoted loneliness. Although, I don't like the word obsession; not in this case. I prefer to think of it as a volatile romanticism; a mercurial love cloaked by dark matter. After all, … Continue reading Bridled Birds