creative writing

every airport has a soul characterized by the people who walk to and from the departure gates.

it was my first night in my new apartment in my new city in my new country and I desperately craved something familiar, so I looked up...

but as I see the purple and blue kiss in the sky atop my illegal sit spot, I don’t see an unwinnable battle.

the pale walls slowly cycled between golden to covered in mustard shadows throughout the day, but the window was always open.