This is a street I could fall in love on, where everyone's eyes reflect the stringed lights. Cobbles hold the weight of it all - the hearts and the hopes of what could and might.
A Hopeful Breath
A Wrinkled Letter
Now my words look in the mirror and see my heart standing there. Naked, ashamed, but so sure - this is all I've left to bear.
Wonderful Imperfection
It is easy to be Loved when you are devoid of the undesirable.
Sticky Notes
I'll gather them all in a crumpled pile and watch as they writhe and convulse beneath the flame. Suddenly, they are gone. It's tragic that I can't do the same.
Strength’s Owner
No man owns his own strength.
Self-Worth is Flaky
In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...
THANK YOU! (202 Followers!!)
So, I was slightly scolded and very honored when I wrote my post about acquiring 100 followers (though after 99, I had 2 people follow my post at the same time, so it ended up really being 101 followers). I was honored because heck, that's 101 people in the world that like my writing enough... Continue Reading →
Someone Dies Every Day
...and that someone is your age. Someday, that someone will be you.
The Name of My Landscape
An identity- Wholeheartedly
