o C r v e

When shards of introspection visit our thoughts, we often envision living backward in time.

Languid while looking in the mirror, hues of hazel and grief often dominate our existence—leaving us with a trail of coffee left untouched, a paper left unused, and dilemmas left unanswered.

As we crawl onto our train of thought, we discover that living backward wasn’t the only disposition front staring at us, but there were also the threats of bygones and oblivion.

But before we succumb to the cave of darkness, remember to keep a spot of ink and feather in our pockets.

After all, it's our story to tell.