Let me be brave
Is it brave to tremble, and be out of breath? Is it brave to be afraid?
No, it can’t be.
Witch’s Morning
The forest starts to smell like fresh water, letting her know she’s approaching her favorite reading spot.
What a wonderful morning.
The Morning After
“Are we celebrating?” they say, and I can’t help but to smile into their skin.
The Color Blue
Humanity lives underground, as the surface hasn’t been safe in generations. The blues of the ocean and sky have never existed for those that lived in the Sett, until one day, it does.