Smoke

The smoke lingers. The smell between my fingers. The taste on my mouth, The room spins around. I want that first high, a feeling I will never get right. I chase and I chase, something I can never replace. The time I waste trying to replicate. I feel like I’m running through a maze I’m… Read More

Love is Blind

For the longest time I thought the old idiom “Love is blind” meant that you didn’t see imperfection in those you loved. It meant that you loved them for them, despite their looks, their race, or their flaws. That it would be vain to choose someone based on those merits because everyone deserved to be… Read More