remember when we thought we had our whole lives planned? we scribbled dreams out with our worn out markers on lemonade stands growing up just looked so easy on the silver screen until happy ever afters felt like wishful thinking i thought i found the one until he found someone better so my heart found… Continue reading quicksand.


sometimes, this black fog circulates around my head. wrapping its hands around me as a threat to stop me from further growth. so i simply obey. i seclude into my tiny spaces and let my mind dance around everything but the subject. this heart and this mind simply crave the delicacy of being proactive of… Continue reading reality.