Rather it is about the fact that hope and pain are not independent of each other. They are not realities that refuse to be reconciled.
My pen that has long helped me process and express my feelings in a way my voice never could now betrays me.
Today was one of those, don’t blink kind of days. The kind where one thing leads to the next and before you know it, it’s dinner time and you aren’t sure how you got there. The type of day where you’re left wondering where the beauty is in it all. That’s when I found it. In 90 minutes of time that came to me as an unexpected gift. I finished at work earlier than usual which allowed me to come…
As the rains pours outside my window it feels like the washing away of lies to make room for the truth