The Truth Is…

I’m the kind of girl who runs from the pain because I can’t stand it. I’m the kind of girl who loves, but with love comes an emotional tornado that throws my whole life off balance. I’m the kind of girl who uses things and people as replacements for the things I once had, but eventually lost. The truth is this time I am… Continue reading The Truth Is…

Incurable Imperfection

Their bodies are undesirable in ways that you could never see. Their sexual organs are tainted, by carelessness and curiosity. To see all of the beauty on the outside, To understand the inside, To love what’s deeper than the skin. Their minds work the same. Their hearts beat like yours. Yet, you cast them aside, like… Continue reading Incurable Imperfection

The Days of a Myracle

Instagram. Holds so many memories for me. It’s hard to retrace your life through photos and relive every happy moment that no longer exists. To see the smile, the passion. To hear the laughter and know that things are not how they use to be. To pinpoint when it all changed. To visually walk the… Continue reading The Days of a Myracle