A Mix of Character and Content
The room was alive long before we walked in.
I discovered my anger standing outside a door.
Some days, the rain feels like permission.
I thought tomorrow was about going back to work.
The People v. "Typing..."
There is a quiet moment that arrives when you realise you have been standing at someone else’s door for a long time.
Some simply... stop.
The sentence ended before I wanted it to.