I can’t do this anymore and the truth is I don’t even want to. It’s become like a ritual, this thing I do to remain present in your life. I reach for you always…and always I come back empty. I know what I want and … Continue reading I’m not broken anymore.
I’m listening to Welcome Home by Radical Face and these lyrics have always spoken to me. How often I have felt as though I was “choking on the sun” though perhaps for reasons far more dark than the song intended. I don’t feel that way … Continue reading Welcome Home
I’ve always known I was different. My earliest memories of playing outside as a child didn’t have me on the playground but running barefoot through the woods on the property behind our house or jumping recklessly into the ocean off of the long pier at our … Continue reading You crazy slut.
I’ve written about it before. It is the thing I struggle with the most in this life. I am trying to apply it today. I had one of those “ah-ha!” moments. It was a sad one, because with all the ability I have to convey … Continue reading Grace
The truth about goodbye is that it never really is goodbye. It’s not as though your mind were an etch a sketch and the moment that something doesn’t work out you can simply shake it off and never revisit your memories again. How lovely that … Continue reading What’s your story?
I don’t want to bore you with inauthentic garbage. I want to spill the contents of my mind and hope that something genuine lands on this virtual paper. So what issue to discuss today? The fact that I get affirmation from others that the contents … Continue reading Gilded Cage