The internet is an incredible invention, one that has given people a new perspective of the world, but has also provided new methods for crime and injustice.
I travel so often, but never alone, yet this time my only companion was my phone. I ventured far to places unknown, and I have returned with both mind and heart grown.
The cluster of tiny, fragile flowers stood tall among the other plants, as if it was conscious of its own dignified delicacy.
It feels so good to laugh, and it feels so terrible to have that laughter be silenced. The best part of laughing for hours (the aftermath) feels heavy like failure, but you know it's not, until it is.
The hot air, thick and humid, crowded around me as if to suffocate me with its impossible warmth.
The bloom, so sharply bright even among the other colourful flowers, bobbed gently on the end of its stem.
Even as the cold winter air bites at my nose and nips at my fingertips, I feel fine, for my heart is warm with the fire called love.