Memory, it’s so faulty, isn’t it? Forgot how sweet the air sits against my skin here Not the birdsong, never that, But still it rings anew, like I’ve not heard it clearly until today Is it me? Have I changed? Or do we simply push away The temptation of memories that will us to stretch... Continue Reading →
In the end, all you have is yourself. You are not going to let yourself shrink to fit the box that the world assigns you. There is no box, no container expansive enough to hold in the strength that you own.
My brand of strength is nothing more than a coping mechanism, a way to survive. I rise above the sadness by smothering it with shame, but it’s always there, growing with every disappointment and heartbreak.
Now I spend each day just trying to make it to the next, one after the other, until I finally reach the point where everything hurts a little less. I would give anything to stop missing you.