And this is the part where I realize that there is still so much of my -self- that needs to be aired out and let go. My ego is shattering but the shards keep slicing me open and man, do they cut deep. I need to cauterize the wound. But it's not time. I am… Continue reading Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors
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stunnedBird
The morning dew scatters over my wings. My throat is dry. I cannot sing. I can't quite clear it As I try to speak. My voice is raspy and weak. I want to sing at the top of my lungs Like no one is watching, like no one is listening. I try to sing and nothing… Continue reading stunnedBird
