Unexpected loss changes us. We find ourselves in the depths of introspection, facing our own mortality--looking for answers, solutions, or even a simple story to tell. In many ways we are the authors of our own personal novel, whether we wish to seize every precious moment granted to us or not. In reflecting upon the … Continue reading Passage (For Purple Rain)
Disconnect. In the way your words don't quite reach me, or know me for everything I am. Memories both calm and chill me, clues of what may come and all that will never be. I question you. I question everything hidden beyond this path I'm expected to lead.
She could only imagine, from that brief (so fragile) window in time, where it would all finally take her. Juxtaposed between two existences--though one more "real" than the other--the question still remained, lingering behind soft brown eyes: Who was she?