Sebastian Crow was crazy, to put it lightly. He was also, as many could notice, a mere child. Walking through his small village with a smile that reached the clouds he never spoke more than 7 words to anyone with a heartbeat, instead he chatted all night and day to his own shadow. The black figure followed him wherever, like most other shadows, and to Sebastian this was the epitome of a trusting best friend. His stressed mother tried, she...

The suitcase laid, dead on top of the wardrobe. To me, the dust stacking upon the plastic showed truly how long its been since an adventure, since a journey escaped from within. When I was younger, I would take it down from its high place and lay it on the bed - id pretend to pack my clothes, my toys, my books and snacks. What clothes would I wear to the Bahamas? How many books could I fit to a...

i write for selfish reasons not needed to be discussed, not even to myself whom does not know why it is i relentlessly spill my thoughts out loud for those whom need not hear it.

its terrifying

how I grip

the words

from your lips

​like a life line


​my heartbeat flattening

as you grow

silent

and my eyelids

sinking

as my cheeks

​grow violet