The Choice Parallels we live Sides that want to be balanced The feeling like it is a finger touch away Where the air feels different
By Tor Branch3 months ago in Poets
Four white walls surround me, so tall and white. So white that, for some reason, I am able to imagine the corners meeting in black
By Tor Branch4 months ago in Poets
The truth is that who I am is not a disguise. I have always been caring, nurturing, and respectful. I have always wanted to help others and be there for people in need.
My eyes are open, yet I cannot tell where I am going. The tall grass fields stretch for miles in all directions. I feel the grass brushing against my knees.
By Tor Branch5 months ago in Fiction
I did not know that tears were running down my face as I looked into my father’s brown eyes. I yelled at him for the first time in my life.
By Tor Branch5 months ago in Poets
