A brief entry to something I am writing, short stories of the tales we hardly hear about, plague us, cause us uncertainty, what it means to be human: Wretched souls bearing waste to paradise. Caught in perilous ventures that are filled with their emotions. What ails these frail beings filled with blood and weak bones?
Breathe in. Breathe out. I’ve begun to allow myself to just feel everything. For a good portion of my life I was very good at letting things slide off. I used to hold everything in as well and push it to the side, mentally. I was good at just acting the part of caring for
Let’s throw everything we know about time out the window! Ok, let’s back up, I may be a bit out there. I have not lost my mind just yet. But I can say that I am still awake, 4:45 am. I really don’t know what is the case with my body. I have an almost
He looked at her. He could see the glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her eyes piercing through his gaze into his soul. The curls in her hair and skin as reflected like the golden sands. He was the never ending rain in the night. While she was the howling wind that drifted the clouds