New Moon.

We grow in phases or we fall apart.

No Way Out.

Words no longer mean to me what they once did.

Why do we ever hold on to the dead?

Why do we keep holding so much back?

All I know is that it's okay to feel this way sometimes.

Beyond excited to have been nominated for the Mystery Blogger Award.

Forever wide-eyed, forever lost...

Among millions of faces will the tides still find me?