Standing in my balcony, my right arm gripping the railing with enough force to entertain the theory that I might think that the harder I grip, the more chances I have of turning back time. Teardrops from heaven add the s…

Trapped in a shelf, smothered by the airlocked atmosphere of this drawer in which I've been put. The outside world holds no real interest to me, but is surely better than being locked in here. After all, it at least give…

I look at her, biting my lip and measuring my chances. Should I tell her, or should I just let it be? Before I know it, my mouth speaks her name aloud. "Sarah Ann?"She looks up at me and, with her sapphire blue eyes lock…

With the wind rushing through my face, looking towards the horizon, I wonder when will I ever see you... I know you're out there. I know that, ever since the world begun, we were meant to be together. We were made from …

The December wind rushed through them, making her hair wave slightly and her cheeks colder, yet there was something that kept his face warm even against the winter breeze. He bit his lip, debating whether he should tell …