Seagulls camouflage in the overcast
Crash Course
C
Wheels Up
W
My eyes had glossed over at this point as our memories scrambled in my mind like a combination of letter tiles that'd make for a horrible game of Scrabble. Absolutely nothing made sense.
Rest(Less)
R
How powerful it is to hold onto memories...
Last Night
L
Dusk froze, the moon surfaced, slowly buffering and peeking through the trees: an eye with no sense of sight.
Small Sips
S
Our eyes met somewhere past the fourth wall