Wanderer

My mind wanders to places it shouldn’t go. I blame you for occurrences that never occurred and for words that were never words, except when they easily flowed from me- they didn’t glow. My mind wanders to places it shouldn’t go. I blame my insecurities that wrap around me securely and for my angst that…

Fleeting Moments

Every day I take the same drive from the village where the trees canopy the mysterious, winding road. It makes me think of home, the deep south, where the old oaks line the long drives, escorting guests to the prestigious antebellum homes that house the stories of old. The move happened so quickly, reflecting on…