Pull down your mask
and let me see your smile.
I miss the smiles of the people.
I miss the dimples.
I miss the teeth.
I miss the joy.
So please,
pull down your mask
and smile back at me.
Let me see your joy
Let me see your face alive with passion.
An artist can only create from darkness when the smiles of the people are gone,
and I am tired of the constant darkness.
-C.H.
She told me that she had been sober for 6 months before Thanksgiving with her family. Apparently she got blackout drunk. “Understandable,” I said. “My family is the reason I drink so much around the h
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
