writer. traveller. life unraveller.
Those days when everything around me feels pointless are days to consider my own pointlessness. Those days when roads are empty but for puddles, and the sky hangs so low it touches the crown of my head are days to consider my own emptiness and its weight upon my life. Those days I start things I can’t finish in... Continue Reading →
It’s strange to watch your parents age. I’m not around my mom and dad too often, just a once-per-year visit home for a few weeks to check in and enjoy each others’ company for a bit of time. To be reminded of the beautiful, natural fallibility of the people we love is a cyclical and... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 