There Is No Limit
Sometimes I wonder if there is more to it, more beyond; or maybe it is just this that I have now and have to conform with it. However, I really can get enough. I have to keep trying to reach the limit; but really! Is there a limit? I want to believe there isn't, that way I can keep trying and reaching for more and more, and be like the bird that flies high in the sky and travel the world.
Old Stone Farm House by John TudorThe Weight of Unspoken Walls
I keep a heavy iron key in my desk drawer that no longer fits any door I own. It is cold to the touch, pitted with rust, and carries the phantom weight of a house that has long since surrendered its roof to the sky. There is a specific, hollow…
The Weight of Quiet
I remember ducking into a small stone chapel in the backstreets of Lyon to escape a sudden, biting rain. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cold wax and centuries of held breath. An elderly woman sat in the third row, her hands folded…