In the masqueraded society.
I don't know. I let words flow. I believe I'm writing this to someone, but maybe she won't understand that I'm talking to her.
lately i've been walking a path littered with stones.
Something short for tonight. :))
I wrote this on Saturday and did some heavy revisions to it today. It's meant to be read like a soliloquy of someone arguing with another person that isn't really listening. Hope you enjoy!!
something about trying again
I was spiraling out of control. My sanity was slipping. My humanity...evaporating. Until I saw you.
And you saved me.
For a brief moment. But a moment nonetheless.
i'm sorry, that i can't help you.
Her song plays on a violin
The struggles of a women trying to heal.
Just a story about a girl, her shell and a part of her that is watching her
Am I the only one who apologizes after everything I do? :( 🖤
The purple curtains in my childhood-room: My forever scarf