Fragments. Of conversations. Stolen. In broad daylight. Interrupted. All grasped, all known.
My name means “worthy of being loved”. What makes one worthy of being loved exactly? Someone decides worth. That’s one… Read more Write 31 Days, Day 14
The only reoccurring dreams I have are the flying and falling kind. It’s never the flying that bothers me, but… Read more Write 31 Days, Day 12
In the end, 2019 changed me. People walked away. People showed up. People stayed. I learned that I can’t make people… Read more Write 31 Days, Day 11