The thing he loved most about her was not that her heart had no scars, but that she had turned them into something beautiful and fierce. She wore them like tattoos on her body telling her story, a story too untamed to be spoken.
To love a person, A price must be paid. Lonely lessons, Unwanted memories, Tried to push them aside. Yet, Shattered pieces still remain. I chose to live and breathe in freedom, To love myself is the decree.
In the peacefulness of the evening, she sat at an old little restaurant sipping away on her glass of wine while sitting beside the love of her life. People sat in the sand while watching the sun disappear into the water. The view mesmerized her. The waves broke gently along the beach. The setting sun blazing up the... Continue Reading →
I'm a person of habit. Every morning I walk to the park near my house. I was always the first one there. And left almost always before anyone else would come. You'd think I'd feel all alone, But I'd find footprints in the snow The evidence of a lively night life, That I missed. I... Continue Reading →