twenty seven lessons

Winter, 2003: I was thirteen years old. My best friend was sitting next to me in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz, and in the front seat sat two men; aged in their 20s. It was one o'clock in the morning and over fourteen years ago, yet, I can still remember the cracks, tears and … Continue reading twenty seven lessons

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the dying leaves – pt 5

-- I couldn’t actually believe I was actually here in this room right now. I didn’t know if it was out of disbelief or that I that I had finally walked through those doors and committed to what I said I would do. The warm complimenting two tone espresso colored walls, the soft plush of … Continue reading the dying leaves – pt 5