Unless the tides change.

I miss bleeding in words. I miss the feeling after. Knowing that I’ve put my business out there, feeling too vulnerable with the world..and yet feeling safe. As if shame exposed doesn’t hold the same power. As if being vulnerable with the world is one little way to feel connected to it. To no oneContinue reading “Unless the tides change.”

One day I will write about this place..

One day I will write about this place.  I will try as much as possible to describe its indescribable nature.  The way it comforts one while beating them up. I heard rats do that. They bite you and then blow some air there so as to sooth you lest you feel pain and swat themContinue reading “One day I will write about this place..”