Belonging

I always felt like this is where I belong, she said, and in some ways she is talking about the other side of my story, but my story is that where I felt I belonged but, then as it goes, I no longer belong there, I float, anchorless, but, for the time being, at least I still have a rudder, tiny as it is, it is mine.

Chemistry
Then come the moments when sadness seems to truly be nothing more than a chemical...

November 22
The wind blows the rain to the core, making the fool who went out without enough layers...