I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s infe...

Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.

Learning who and what and how to love is a messy, messy process. But the heartaches and mistakes, if learned from, will better you.

I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood

You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.

There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...

I have always been a cautious person... Someone who errs more towards toeing the water than diving in, head first. So when friends urged ...