Our waves stole the show but the wind subsided. Pieces of glass cut into the vastness of the shore until we were washed. Now they exist deep beyond, they’ve been given back to the sea, but our offering has been rejected. Our false accord rebuked. Forced to abandon the threshold that was forged and drift […]
Miss Parisia B.
Finding your way back to the truth can be a tumultuous journey. It often feels like you’re searching for something that can never be found, never really plant its roots and evade you at every opportunity.