Like a flame to the darkness.
Life’s moments tick like highway lines.
Measuring the passage of time with toothbrushes.
The air was thick and dead.
That bin held a simple purpose.
This scene can be a moment.
In a city like this, the barber shop is where dreams begin.
It was a discovery that there was so much to discover.
A blank page is scary but it’s also something to be thankful for.
I’ve been faced with a struggle.