The Broken Lighthouse

It’s like the light is out in the lighthouse and I don’t know how to navigate my life anymore. I never had the lighthouse to look at before, so why does it matter if the light is out now? How can someone that I never met make such a difference in my ability to make decisions? I don’t know. I just know that something inside of me changed when I saw those pink lines and I can’t go back. … More The Broken Lighthouse

Gray Smoke

Gray has been my hue lately. I covet the inner peace that once accompanied the days I spent by still waters. Right now, the stillness torments me. It feels like I’m trying to paint this vibrant picture with my life as the brush, but it always comes out a dull gray. I crave the passion … More Gray Smoke