Nonfiction

time

there are times when you walk into a room of old faces, into a time warp. four years seem like ages ago now. so much growing since then. so much feeling. so much does not stay the same. but sometimes, you need to call upon what was once so visceral. what was once so vivid […]

there are times when you walk into a room of old faces, into a time warp. four years seem like ages ago now. so much growing since then. so much feeling. so much does not stay the same. but sometimes, you need to call upon what was once so visceral. what was once so vivid as a summer twilight.