The Boy Who put Daisies In My Hair

His skin was inked with memories of moments that he called home. But every moment passed by faster than one could capture an image, and every memory was untethered from the grasps of recollection, so that every time he looked back, it was always something different. He said he’s on the road looking for stability....

Library Love

There's a kind of love that you don't see in movies or read about in books because it goes unnoticed. It is a kind of love that flows gently and undetectably that one could perhaps say it was there yet never existed. This kind of love is almost as faint as air, maybe only noticeable with...