Short Stories

I try to sleep, but sleep escapes me. There is a restlessness in my nights, and movements in my dreams.

Soon, you will be climbing without thought, and you will find happiness in the fatigue of a body designed to get you nowhere but the summit.

I look in her eyes, and I feel… …a wave, gentle and soft with the power to knock me off my feet. A temperate cloud burst softly soothing my weathered skin, cool to the touch […]

I look into your eyes and I surrender. I feel you inhale my breath as our lips meet and I fall. I know you, somehow, a faceless voice from the abyss, a silent visage from some distant horizon.

I stand there in stillness, toes playing in the soft sand, waiting for her to catch up to me.

I wonder…what if each and every scar we’ve collected along the way were nothing more than guideposts? What if we looked within our souls and found that your arrows point me, and mine at you? What if, together, our arrows pointed toward a destiny that had always been forsaken until now? What if we have finally found our home?

To be true to you means to first be true to me, and to be true to me I must always honor how I feel.

When you see me appear, remember those things, and simply say to yourself,

“I love you.”

Everything will change when you believe those words. Say “I love you” to yourself over an over again until that smile appears on your face. It will, I promise.