Processing Grief

Forgive me if I'm quiet and don't have much to say. My heart hurts a little extra today. The sun came up and all I wanted to do was cover myself back up and hide underneath the covers. I'd rather be alone while my weary soul feels smothered by sadness; while my grief-stricken bones ache… Continue reading Processing Grief

Risk

What a wicked game of Russian roulette, love is. How someone can go from spilling their adorations for you all over your soul to suddenly becoming so heartless and placing a gun to your temple and pulling the trigger and the aftermath is so bloody and bitter and you wonder, "How did we end up… Continue reading Risk