writing
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I would wait for you Except you will always be Unattainable
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Someone said to me Paper is your violin A pen is your bow
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I was named after the strongest women that my father knew. Two forces worked their way through my veins. Two storms that could never be quieted. The ghost of one began to slowly break through my skin. I had been marked. There is no way to shake the weight of the dead from my skin.
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Today is my one year anniversary of starting this new wordpress blog. I deleted my previous account because there were people following it that I wanted to avoid. I didn’t really dedicate myself to this account until February when I wrote my first post titled “Welcome to Adulthood.” I want to welcome all of my
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Dancing to the beat of my own drum. Singing the words to songs never written down. I long for the day that the world stops spinning out of control. There is no end to this madness. Only a girl and the songs inside her bones. Hoping one day that they’d break so that those songs
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recovery is a tricky word for me. it means that i am no longer the person that I was. isn’t this what I wanted? i don’t know who I am without my demons. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t battling something. what do I do without something to fight against? when does I
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I have spent almost two months in Siena, Italy. Siena is located in the Tuscany region of Italy. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage site due to the ancient wall that surrounds the city. I happen to live in an apartment that has a beautiful view of the city. My life in Siena is beautiful, tiring,
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Yesterday was the end of an era. I got my clean slate after all. I am done digging up skeletons. I will put this shovel to good use. It’s time to plant some trees and flowers. The world could use some more beauty Instead of madness.
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Today was the end of an era. It was the end of a book that was written for nineteen years. This book was my childhood and it involved a church that has officially been closed. This church was my home, for better or worse. It was the place that I thought would exist long after
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It’s already begun. The change is coming But I cannot stop it. I have two choices Accept my fate or forgo it.
Trapped In The Margins 
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