Internal chaos

SEVEN. EIGHT. TWENTY-TWENTY FOUR Is my voice casting echoes into the void? Am I being silenced by the darkness that presents itself in...

I wrote this at the end of April and contemplated posting it, because it shows a side of me that I . like to keep hidden. I hate being...

Stay - Sugarland I remember when this song was released, and my mom had it on repeat because my dad left us on Christmas. It gives me...

ONE. EIGHTEEN. TWENTY-THREE. One day, I feel like I’ll be one of those people that gets the statement: “I just saw her and she seemed...

THREE. EIGHTEEN. TWENTY-TWO. There were two letters stuffed inside a black folder that were tucked away in the closet. They were packed...