Can you hear me?
I’m so cold. I’m losing my soul. Where did you go? I’m staring up into the sky. Asking myself why. Is this really goodbye? The building we built. The tower we scaled. I couldn’t have imagined it. It was a thing of beauty. You were right before my eyes. An image of true love …
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." – Eleanor Roosevelt That is my mother's favorite quote. She told me it often growing up. She's not wrong. As each day passes, I feel myself get just a tiny bit stronger. It may not seem like much, like a millimeter everyday. But when you …
I'm tired. I'm in so many levels of pain. I long to go somewhere else other than the security of my room. But it's all I have, there isn't a second home. No other place to rest my head when I've had enough of my own solitude. No other place I can go retreat to …
Today has been heavy. I fell asleep with a heavy ache in my soul. I laid down, drifted away into another place that wasn't my room. I don't remember if I even brushed my teeth, which is rare because I'm all about oral care around the clock. I woke up feeling tired and empty. Why …
My hands seem to be unclean, no matter how hard I try to scrub the blood off. It's more like cement, fused into my skin even though it should be inside of me instead. There's a lingering guilt that plagues me, even when I try to look away and not notice it... It's always there. …
There are so many things I want to say, but they are confined underneath my skin. They are suffocating with each thought that passes by. They want someone to hear them, but the forcefield of my own being refuses to let them go. If only I could let them go... I will try to release …
I was working today, and I work hard. I work in a coffee shop, but I don’t make the coffee. I’m the bar back, the “runner,” in other words, the bitch of the shop. While I’m running around, doing everything to fill in the gaps of the people behind the bar, there’s a voice screaming …
Yep, the first post. The post that always seems to be the hardest one to write. It's a time to think of something fresh to offer the world... But realistically, it's all been written over and over, again and again, right? What could I possible have to say that will catch anyones eye? This train …
