Lately I’ve been contemplating at what age it is you accept yourself for who you actually are? Not who you want to be, who you’re trying to become, or who others see you as. I mean truly accept yourself? I feel like I struggle with this because for most of my life I watched my…
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Letters She’ll Never Send IX
I answered quickly in defense. I matched your energy to avoid the reaction of pain that was instant. “Look I love you but I’d never date you.” “You think I don’t know that?” “We’d kill each other. I think we tried this in a past life and learned that.” “I know that. Is that what…
Good Days & Grateful Hearts
Whenever I had one of those days that Alexander had, you know those terrible horrible no good very bad days, I would drive to my moms house and just hang out with her. She’d make me laugh, I’d pick on her, we’d usually go shopping, and she’d inevitably always tell me I could do it….
Stargazer
Yesterday I went to the supermarket to pick up dinner and found myself wandering around the floral department. You see I had purchased a small bouquet of flowers a few months ago and when they died they had dried in the most beautiful way that they stayed fully intact and simply looked like they were…
Different Love
I am the woman you fear because he loved me different He loved me in a way that you wish you understood He loved me in a way that spoke to the cosmos because no other language on this earth could explain it He loved me in a way that words could only begin to…
A Moment III
“Are you happy?” he asked. She looked across the table at this man that was once her could have been. God he was handsome. She leaned her head thoughtfully to the right. “Yeah,” she responded matter of factly. “I am…. It’s easy. Being with him is just easy. I’m not exactly used to it.” He…
Letters She’ll Never Send II
&& in the orange twilight, as I catch my breath for the first time in weeks, all I can think of is you
Dream Invader
as darkness falls and blackness crawls he reappears night after night without reason, without right breaking through every barrier spreading his sensory disease, nostalgia, he’s a viral carrier even in slumber my body shifts flailing and flopping my minds eye taking apart our time, clipping and cropping his invasion? implanted scenes, his nightly creations beneath…
The Missadventure Chronicles 