It’s the absence of counting the months, knowing they will turn into years. It’s the film that falls from her eyes, the veil pulled aside. It’s trust and finally believing, wings that no longer want to fly away, even when they know they are free. Forever. It’s sugar that tastes like sugar, because there are […]


ode to self

the signs have always been there and you watched them all play out piece by piece, he breaks at you until you’re nothing but self doubt and even when you tried so hard you quickly come to see That you’re the only one fighting and that it wasn’t meant to be.