Musings
My mind thinks in prose, on occasion.
It is a sporadic occurrence, but I find it happens when I am most in tune with myself. It is always a fulfilling exercise, cathartic even, to simply express myself the way I feel things: deeply, profoundly, and yet so simply all at once.
These musings are a vesssel for my emotions when they get too big for my body, and I still feel them when I return to reread them.
Here they are, in no particular order yet, though I intend to update them chronologically.