I keep on having these elaborate dreams about lovers I never knew and they ways in which they never loved me. Sometimes when I’m lucky they kiss me. But usually I am left somewhere in the countryside near the bottom of a hill with just one tree sitting on top. And I stand there and stare up at the tree for so long that the light through the leaves changes.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair