June 30, 2016
I love the taste of your laugh. I have written about the likes of you, many times before. You are the manifestation of many characters I've imagined. Only now, I'm rewriting those stories in braille. Touch. Tangibility. There are many scenes for us to recreate, and in time, we will. However, I'm more interested in starting a story anew.
YOU ARE READING
How Autumn Came to be
PoetryI've never understood why the third season of the year gets to have two names. Fall and Autumn. Spring only gets one name, as do summer and winter. It's always been lost on me, what made fall so different. And then I met you. You are the reason the...
