A believer in the mystery that words can inspire.
Late '90s and 2000s, 9:30PM. As a kid living in the Rome area, there is only one place you could have been. Tucked in underneath the blankets, tv on on the usual special channel. Super 3.
By Sam5 years ago in Humans
Walking down the streets I grew up in, I say hello to the fond sense of distress rising like a lazy wave in my chest. I slow my pace and, for a moment, embrace the scent of gratefulness accompanying it. I still feel. I still am myself.
By Sam5 years ago in Fiction
