Fingers curled. Eyes blurred.
Teardrops splash the photo in hand.
A beautiful photo. Our photo.
Each tear holding a story of its own.
Stories of joy, of sorrow, of longing.
The longing to see you. To smell you. To touch you.
My soul dives into a state of melancholy.
And in the joyful bitterness, I find myself with you once again.
Wing
Wing// Personal Thoughts
It has been unbelievably busy and unfortunately, I haven’t been able to post these past few days. Although it won’t be too long, I hope to make up my absence with this post.
I’ve been meaning to write a follow-up post to Nguyen’s “Love Actually” post. Despite
limited readership (and we’ve been intentional about keeping this blog on the down low), it has actually been one of our more popular posts. Read More
Nguyen – Hello everyone,
This will be my first attempt in writing a relationship/religious piece. Here goes nothing …
First off, I am an atheist. When I told my friends that my girlfriend is Christian, my gang of misfit friends were not shocked or gasped, but rather they were happy for me. Read More
