The Enemy of Progress

“I believe my brain doesn’t want me to succeed,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thread carried[…]

Whispers of a Dreamer

“I would climb a mountain if I had to,” she murmurs, her voice a faint echo in[…]

eyes that look stressed.

Her Eyes…

As I drift through the halls of old memories, I see her, her laughter, her smile, the[…]