I think words speak louder than actions. Writer, listener, observer. Lover of sad stories and pick up lines.
If I knew the end, would I ever start from the beginning?
For the past week I’ve felt a creative void. Even though thoughts have peaked my interest and I jot them…
I often wonder who I would be if none of it happened.
If I had to guess, I would say it was 2:00 am in the depth of winter. My thick, handmade quilt draped over me, protecting me…
He is alive with the heat of summer air,
Today wasn’t an easy day.
I was feeling low; even the bright sun couldn’t warm my spirit.
Every minute brought another tick of loneliness as I sat on the couch, wallowing.