Image credit; Peter Thomas @ Unsplash I came back to the place where we first met. The same table was waiting, with two cups set on it. I ordered what we had ordered that day, hoping to feel close …| And Miles to go before I sleep...
When I was little, rain meant freedom.Puddles were playgrounds, and each splash felt like magic.I’d race barefoot through wet streets, clothes clinging, laughter echoing louder than thunder. Now, the rain finds me at a window.The glass is fogged, the bench outside glistens, and I sit still, watching.The puddles wait, but I don’t move. Somewhere between … Continue reading From Puddles to Windows→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image Credit; Eveling Salazar @ Unsplash Image Credit; Hirz Maulana @ Unsplash The machine was never meant to feel.It was built for obedience and function – a silent servant in a noisy world.…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
Welcome back to another WDYS prompt Rules; You can write a post on your blog and create a pingback to link to the original post. Write an original story, poem or a caption. There is no limit to wor…| Keep it alive
Image credit; Tom Barrett @ Unsplash A big sign caught my attention as I was traveling down a city street. Thousands of vibrant Post-it notes were used to create a vibrant mosaic on a billboard. Ev…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
