
Like a Tattered Page Stuck to Slate
I don’t know why it is hard to find the words sometimes, to string together the thoughts that suddenly jump in front of a completely

I don’t know why it is hard to find the words sometimes, to string together the thoughts that suddenly jump in front of a completely

Sometimes you have to step away. Some days you may need to be the builder. Yet, other days you may need to be the architect.

I cried in the shower tonight. I guess I was hoping that the hot water and the sound of silence would somehow magically soothe my

“What are you searching for?” my friend asked during one of our many conversations. After a few seconds of silence and her thinking we had

Have you ever lost someone that you cared about, and the grief seemed like it was too much to bear? Could you feel your heart breaking

I love to wander, and one day I took this back road that led me to a marsh. It was a hot, sunny summer day,
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