Time
They say that time’s a thief. I disagree, it’s life’s greatest gift. Now, grief, that’s another story. Reeling and reliving […]
They say that time’s a thief. I disagree, it’s life’s greatest gift. Now, grief, that’s another story. Reeling and reliving […]
It’s hard to know you’re hurting, to watch you hide behind denial, to see you failing at survival, to want
I follow along, head down, eyes up, clear conscience, while others meander about, careless. As if the impact they leave
As I age, I realize just how much tenacity it requires to think of every possible outcome, of every possible
My mind is hell at times; the visions of what could be and what is blurring together, hands shaking from
It’s ok to fall away from the people you once knew. To carry love from afar while you do what
Eyes wide, tired, I walk through this dream alone. The reflection of the light blinding, no darkness in sight. Wrung
In the silence, I find comfort. The lack of light, an infinite liminal space; the time in between being. With