There are two sides to everything. So many tones ring in my ears, whether or not I want to hear them. The bright song of those nearby whom hold a special place in the journey I tread. The dingy, tinny scraping of those who wish me ill simply because I have the light. The melancholy minor… Continue reading #writingdaily | Mira
Sometimes people ask me when I knew there was something different about me. Well, maybe not in so many words, but I know exactly what they mean. The thing is, I don't remember ever not knowing. I felt fine with that, since everyone sucked. Smart-assed prissy pants who never cared about anything other than their own… Continue reading #writingdaily | Jasper
I met someone like me once - a human who doesn't die - and discovered a missing part of my life's story. Up until the morning I stumbled upon her in that crumbling and gutted house, I thought I was cursed. But she helped me hear the still, small voice and finally understand. She opened… Continue reading #writingdaily | once
Angel Breath 