Daisy Haven

The room buzzed with easy laughter, the kind that comes from people who know exactly where they fit. Someone told a story—something about a weekend trip, an inside joke, a shared memory—but I only caught pieces of it. I nodded, smiled at the right moments,…

Time drags its feet, like a film reel slowed to capture a moment too delicate to rush. The world moves at its usual speed, but you’re caught in the in-between, suspended like a single note held too long in a song. Slow motion is a…

Is boring the new cool? Hi, my name is Jezema, and I am not a writer. I’m a commoner working to meet her vision-board goal of a new “creative outlet” – a blog. I welcome you and apologize in advance for the mess this may…