winter's breath
let life be a frozen river, proudly stoic with a racing soul…
Slán
Now that the holidays are upon us, all the worries and the hustle and bustle of the semester fade away for a while. But how does that feel like for an exchange student returning home?
and you return
you return. it’s that time again, to come back to the familiar place and exist as if you belonged again…
Dear Sarah
“She’s in one of her moods again,” I say. I stare at the dark wood panels that cover the ceiling and blow out a puff of smoke. You let out a little cough.