The sound of breathing fills the room, shuffling of sheets, the painful creaking of limbs held too still for too long. It's unnerving, eyes drifting up to the ceiling as faint caresses of the thick snow falling on itself makes its way through the half done roof. The … Continue reading Silent night
loneliness
White Page
Is it a click, or a tap, the scratch of pen a distant memory, but the hand is still the same. Yet different, aged, changed, scars remind of youthful pain that has turned into an adult. But the page is still the same; the only one who listens to cries that flowed out of fingertips … Continue reading White Page
Faith Taryn Davies 