I love you. Damn you. I love you... I love you... I love you. I love you for earning my trust. I love you for making me feel safe. I love you for making me feel wanted. I love you for making me feel alive. I love you for giving me hope. I love you … Continue reading I Love You. Damn you.
I am a purple vase of sunflowers; slowly decaying on a dining room table.I am a beard of Spanish moss dangling from a Florida tree; a home to snakes, and new bird nests. I am teal blue ocean waves and white sand covered toes; a pile of broken shells left to the tides. I am … Continue reading I am . . .
(TW- SI) The voice calls softly, from far away. 'Breathe'.I am suspended here, deep in the cold. I am content; the world around me hazy and glistening.'Breathe' it calls again.I open my mouth. I let it fill my nostrils, but I can't draw it in. My tongue tastes bitter and chemical. 'Breatheeee' it chimes, so … Continue reading Breathe
The thing about writing is....It's fucking hard! I have a million things to say; but allowing myself to put them on paper is a most difficult thing. The majority of what I want to say and want to share with the world are at least rooted in my own true tales. The stories of every … Continue reading The thing about writing is…
Recently my youngest started asking questions like- 'Are you sure this is okay to do?''Are you sure this is safe?''You're sure Mommy?' Instead of leaping from the couch cushion to her blanket island floating in a sea of 'lava' she now pauses and calculates the distance; 'Are you sure I can make it that far? … Continue reading doubt
If you heard the thoughts in my head,You would think me mad. Defective. A limbless baby doll, swept under the bed.Forgotten. A racecar with missing wheelsbeneath the stove.Discarded. A teddy bear with no stuffing,between the couch cushions.Abandoned. If you knew every tear that I shed, you would think me damaged.Broken. No one plays with broken … Continue reading Broken Toys