Creative Journeys

The horizon, once ablaze with the fervor of day, is now gently extinguished, fading into a serene indigo abyss; the sky dons a cloak of...

Sadness presses her cheek against the window sill of my heart, her tears tracing the veins of my crimson walls. She clings to me like a...

Sadness has become one of my greatest teachers.

Last year unfolded with the tender touch of sunlight weaving through the trees, casting warmth upon my chest and cradling my soft heart....