When the Rain Is Enough
Some days, the rain feels like permission. Permission not to explain the heaviness in your chest. Permission to let the…
Author: Gabriel Efe
Why Are You Angry?
I discovered my anger standing outside a door. A few friends had gathered in a room, and as I approached,…
Hearing is not understanding
The room was alive long before we walked in. Music spilled from unseen speakers. Conversations rose and collided before dissolving…