I remember the morning my world s h a t t e r e d. It came, bursting and bright, barreling through our bedroom window like a meteor. I didn’t stir. After the explosion you slipped from the safety of our bed, quiet and calm, and placed your feet upon the shards of me I… Continue reading Peace(s)
I’m not the girl I used to be and it’s all my husbands fault.
Here’s what I would tell my younger self if I could go back in time…
Home is a string of c o m p l e x emotions cultivated by an array of familiar experiences spanning like time and space.
We didn’t take the time to dissect the layers of relocation; this is what I’ve learned.
There is no way for me to comprehend the unseen ripples of my own decisions. Unknowingly, I am single handidly capable of sabotaging my own objectives.
There is nothing right about death but it’s as natural as breathing.