Escape.

feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…

Unedited Love Poem

A poem I wrote during a bout of procrastination. Unedited and clichĂ©d, it’s the first poem I’ve written in a while. I’m definitely out of practice! If I feel up to it, I may tweak/rewrite it in the next few days, but thought I might as well share it here since it’s something I have…

Inspiration from the Ashes

It’s funny how an optimist, such as myself, can find a silver-lining to even some of the worst experiences of their life. We’re annoying like that. We look for [and always manage to find] the good in people, in bad situations, and at the lowest points of despair, tragedy, or anguish. For example, when I…