Every tornado starts with these dark, alluring clouds that loom over the horizon in such a way that renders you unable to look away, yet...

When the last tear falls, I cry letters. When the last battle ended, Yet nothing's any better. When the whispers get loud, And I can’t...

I remember sitting on my grandmothers sofa, couldn’t have been more than three or four years old, watching her as she went to grab the...