poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
*TW-self-harm/suicide I have a memory of my Mother grabbing hold of my wrist, a look of horror painted across her face, a distant scream, "How could you possibly do this?!" I have a faint memory, yet one so vivid at its best, of my father with tears in his eyes, a look of confusion, a… Continue reading Music Box Memories
I can feel her leaving and I'm like, why won't you stay? Why won't you stay? Tunnel vision. Every time I blink I see the stills from that heart shattering earth shattering soul crushing goodbye. I can feel her leaving and I don't know why. Why must you go? Please don't. Not yet. Not today.… Continue reading To the unknown alter…
She moves in ways you will never understand. She moves for reasons you cannot grasp. You weren't there. You don't know what she went through in her past. Let her feel. Let her think. Let her do whatever she needs...whatever she damn well pleases. She needs this. Freedom. She moves through the valley of change.… Continue reading unlocked
You grow, and you grow, and you grow no matter how many times they spray toxins to stunt your growth. You grow, and you grow until you've taken over the whole world, whispering to those who will listen and use you for food and for medicine. The others refuse to see, they just call you… Continue reading Like the weeds
"It's time to start letting go," said Alice, "to become someone new, someone more true to who you really are. She's been there all along, buried underneath all the toxic sludge. Dig, darling. Let her breathe again. Let her feel something again. Out with the old, in with the new. Do whatever you've got to… Continue reading till death
Unraveling my soul 