We are the people who raised us (Q27)

“Some days I open my eyes and wake up… some days I wake up and open my eyes.” Walking through the city, on a mission to grab a double espresso, I passed a building with a shine on it so crisp that it could pass for a mirror. I caught a glimpse of myself walking…

We all need something to believe in (Q20)

T’was the night before Christmas, and I lay awake Unable to sleep as I watched the cookies we had baked. I wanted to catch Santa as he arrived by surprise, But I’d drift off the dream land when I closed my eyes. I would awake from a rustle or the clink of a mug, Cookies…