I can feel her fading away again. I can feel myself coming forward, ready for battle, arming up my stronger weapons, my dead- set characteristics. Life has pushed her around too much. She's tired, this I know. And we know if she stays present, fast asleep we will fall. I can't let that happen. I've… Continue reading switching
do you have a different sewing kit?
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
Unraveling my soul 