A Rhythm of Regret

One day we’ll stand on the precipice of fate’s steepest cliffs and reach through space across a gorge dug by missed opportunities. We’ll align our palms and whisper through the fog of past memories. Our hearts beating as one– a doleful rhythm of regret. _______________ Featured image via flickr by Chris[tmas] K


Inertia is that thing that binds you to your bed in an endless loop of vivid dreams and gory nightmares. Inertia is why mama never left, even when he tattooed his palm print on her cheek. He’ll change, she always said. But he never did. Inertia is why you’re locked in this dance. Two steps… Read More Inertia