Boundless Entries

There’s something so personal about holding a book and flipping through the pages, always mentally counting how much more is left from this world and how many more worlds are waiting for you to explore them. There’s something so intimate about entering a reader’s mind and deciphering what could possibly lie between those lines. There’s… Continue reading

  I don’t exist beyond the doors of this coffee shop. I don’t exist beyond the space of this classroom. I don’t exist beyond the width of this bed. I don’t exist beyond the boundaries of this house. I don’t exist beyond the blood that flows within me. I don’t exist beyond the coordinates of Continue reading