I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
He keeps her hidden in a closet Ashamed of the woman she is Ashamed his family will see How she shines He owns her heart and mistreats her spirits He takes for granted all the beautiful things she becomes and she becomes so many Each soul a new voice When she wakes she pauses to…
I look for answers everywhere I see the faces of the uncaring They always have answers for unasked questions The tragedy comes from the distance between our heart and head It’s the difference from picking from the tree of knowledge or choosing to be ignorant in the bliss of not knowing There are some things…
