Writing is my escape, reward, comfort, gratitude, confirmation and affirmation. It reminds me that I am alive. Words describe my journey. Just my thoughts man.. right or wrong 🖤 #MoonLover 🌕
Writing is my escape, reward, comfort, gratitude, confirmation and affirmation. It reminds me that I am alive. Words describe my journey. Just my thoughts man.. right or wrong 🖤 #MoonLover 🌕
She walks with a cane so as not to fall,
But still the most stable of us all.
She’s been my rock and protector since birth
A loving Angel come down to earth.
I’m just like her of this I’m sure
Of all her grandkids, she loves me more.
Without her I wouldn’t know where to start
I love you Granny, with my whole heart ❤️...
Open skies beckon in something broader
Showcasing air that pushes its way into every corner of my lungs
Cool, fresh, light but filling
Bringing with it hope like waves of positivity radiating through my entire being
Natural light from the sun brightens the whitest of clouds some thick like strung cotton balls others airy as cotton candy but all glistening against a crystal blue sky
Smoky gray mou...
“Do you think they can hear us?” Xander whispered pulling his stubby thumb from his mouth and grabbing a lock of hair.
“Nope.” Harper began in a matter of fact tone. “When I had my slumber party with Peyton and Zion last weekend we were pretty loud and they slept through it all.”
Xander had been worried when he first decided to climb into bed with his big sister to have such an important conver...
“You’re special” they said. “Bound for greatness, gonna have a spectacular life. You can do something that others can only dream of.. AMAZING! WOMP WOMP WOMP.
How do I tell her that she doesn’t even get to have any private thoughts about what I tell her WHEN I TELL HER.
“And oh, by the way. I know everything you’ve ever thought in my presence since we started dating. Yea, and when you’re totall...
Darkness is all there is.. All I know. All we hear. All they see. Light is a myth and it’s void is so tangible that we can feel the welcomed escape in our marrow. We wait for our eyes to burn from the unfamiliar glow. Escape from this unending pit of nothing. Dark is not a color, a shade.. when it has been one’s whole existence.. it is a state of being. The longing for light echos throughout etern...
She shooed me. Like with a wave of her hand today.. without even looking up though. No smile, no explanation just a shoo. Like swatting a fly or brushing lint off her shirt. I was stupefied. Like how unimportant to you am I exactly?? And then when I walked away confused, angry.. HURT.. with a bewildered look on my face, she texted that I’m too sensitive. That I took it overboard. Cause apparently ...