Wilde-eyed

It’s been said before. It happens to all. Down in that gutter – a moment of clarity begins to ignite. All hope’s not lost. We strain to look up. Those dazzling pinpoints pierce the sky. It starts there. And we begin to climb.       Image Source Advertisements

The Kiss That Almost Was

She leaned into me, tilted her head to the side and closed her eyes. I did the same as I waited for the inevitable kiss. Under different circumstances, this might have played out like a Robert Doisneau photograph. But reality never plays out that way… Especially when you’re a teenager. In that mid-price range hotel…