Love is all wasted, till it is not tested. Love is all faded, if it is only tested.

Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness

Faded is my heart…. Faded is my dream….Faded they may seem…. Never I scream!

The name Mary Jo Quinn was written neatly in faded blue marker on the front of the scrapbook, its gray edges frayed with age and wear, as though it had been handled often. Such a...

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.