The moment I laid eyes on youI knew you were troubleA natural CasanovaIntent on breaking hearts But I, the foolish oneChose to follow your pathThe path to nowhereWith no redemption insight You recently came to my doorExpecting me to meltInto your hands like butterRunning into your arms once more But never againWill I look your ...

I have been thinking a lot about the fact that a lot of people hate Valentine’s Day. I know being single on Valentine’s Day can seem lonely. I’ve always thought about it as another day to treat the people that I love. I also think it’s a good excuse to watch my favorite romantic comedies. ...

| Part 1 | and | Part 2 | Buzz… Buzzzz.. Buzzzz I slowly woke from my slumber as the vibration of Eliza’s cellphone lingered. The end credits of Avengers: End Game were on the T.V. screen. My shoulder and arm tingled from the weight of Eliza’s upper body. She was cuddled up next to me. I swore our ...

I will support you.The mirage-gone dreams live.We will make a home. The chains gone; ghosts gone. Shadows turned to light.Lights shine on fiercely, love glows.We turn like seasons. Arms, hearts, souls, all home.You and I are that home now.Miles blend together. Together through life.Until death do us part comes.Forever in love. Photo by Nathan Nichols ...

I have a horrible confession to make. I watch Hallmark movies when I need to have noise in the background. I know I could just put in headphones and listen to music, but when I’m home alone I try not to have headphones in my ears so no one can surprise me. I know the ...

Is the sky starting to fall?If the answer is yes, can I take shelter in your arms?If your answer is no, can I still be in your arms?If the sky and earth collide into one another, will you still search for me?Because I know I would search for you tirelessly.  Is the sky starting to ...

Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall… This is the rhythm the chest takes on to breathe. This is the same rhythm you take when you’re in love with someone. Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall…

Kelgen sat with his legs crossed on the edge of the dead forest where he found Jethus. Branches like twisted arms wrestled in a constant breeze sweeping from the east. Under his breath, he recited a prayer to the Four Gods, the words tapping into a language that could only be understood when embracing magic. ...

Kelgen stood amidst a dying forest, barren in the coming autumn, and looked up. Jethus hung by his neck from the branch of a large oak. The rope that strangled his throat had been pinned down by a stake at one end then tossed over the branch, where he was then forced from this life ...