My fingers bleed words, thin trickles of black ink that drip down and stain blue jeans. I cannot stop, my mind is racing searching grasping in thin air. My throat is dry and cracked. I try to funnel the ink onto paper but it’s too hard to control. The room is dark with the... Continue Reading →
Strong child, bright, you were too much. Your strength frightened them so they told you to be weak. Weakness uncontrolled was more destructive than strength not understood.
I like to believe that I am a very passionate person. As a kid, I was very much set in my own ways, and wanted what I wanted. As a young teenager, I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to use my phone and never talk to anyone or go anywhere. Now that... Continue Reading →
You Are Not Alone. 