Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the bright …
Unreadable by Claudia Miranda
If only you had appreciated her love for astronomy. You would have been able to understand that she paints galaxies with her eyes. That the …
Moving On by Claudia Miranda
The day after your death, the sun still surprisingly came up and shone down onto the cold and blue horizon. There were no loud noises, …