No one to judge me but myself. No one to please or rubric criteria to meet. Just me, the ducks, the trees, the water, and my camera. Click. Swoosh. Quack.
Glass Houses
We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...
