“Sunrise for two” Golden light spills across your face, soft and warm, a lover’s embrace. Whispered hues of pink and gold, secrets of dawn, timeless and old. The world stirs as shadows fade, wrapped in the glow our hearts have made. Hand in hand, beneath the sky, we greet the sun just you and I. -Tulsa Hindley.

Highs and Lows The first taste, a spark, a flame in my veins, a rush of warmth that melts all the chains, it fills every hollow, it drowns out the ache, this fleeting escape, the thrill that I take. For a moment, I’m weightless, like I’m finally free, the world fades away - it’s only me. But the high doesn’t linger, it slips through my hands, like sand in an hourglass, no time to stand. And then comes the drop, like a plunge into black, no way forward, no turning back. The euphoria’s gone, and the hollow remains, echoing louder with whispers of shame. I tell myself lies, promises worn, that I’ll quit tomorrow, I’ll be reborn. But the taste still lingers, the fire still calls, and I stumble again, ignoring the falls. I see the hurt in their eyes, the distance I make, loved ones drifting like leaves in my wake. Yet still I chase that feeling I crave, digging my heart deeper into its grave. For just one more high to drown out the pain, I’d give it all up, again and again.