Been a bit since I posted; my free time has been claimed by Blue Prince.

Joy and sorrow are strange emotions—you can’t know one without the other. How heavy they are, to hold both in your heart at once.

Excerpts from stories I’ll never write.
Some confessions can only be made by firelight. In hopes they die like embers? Or fan into an inferno?

Excerpts of a story I’ll never write.
When I was younger, I use to think immortality would be the best superpower. I wonder if I could handle that burden now?

Excerpts of stories I’ll never write. This one is both late, and longer than usually (apologies).

Excerpts of stories I’ll never write, though this may be closer to poem.
My first titled piece—ever.

Excerpts of a story I’ll never write.
Today’s is a soliloquy in so many words.

Excerpt of stories I’ll never write.
“When two ships moored together at sea drift apart, is it due to fate? Or inaction?”