All the fighting, the passive aggressiveness, the mind games, the hard to get games, the blame games. I'm so exhausted by it. Underneath all of the melodrama is just fear. Fear of rejection, fear of facing ourselves. Fear of that deep, dark abyss. We're grabbling for control to try and prevent the inevitable. To avoid... Continue Reading →
My favorite writer submitted this post for review a couple of years back and I am just now seeing it. Still relevant. Love you, Jules. Here in the South people usually think of April and May as the best weather months. They like the sunshine, the warm days and cool nights, the soft winds, brisk... Continue Reading →
Blah. Okay. I'm going to get personal because other than describing this experience, I don't know how else to communicate this arrogant tendency that high conflict people have of claiming they can predict your every move. We all have wounds, right? Of course we do. I've been in a decade long love affair that has... Continue Reading →
Scars. Who am i? If beauty is skin deep? You can read my palms say that i'm strong. But read up my sleeves, "You're weak." No Reach me robeless, When you breach these cotton sheets, Breaking down my walls. affirming my all, En ergizing the call ing to be who we're craving To be. But... Continue Reading →
...but the feeling's there, If you provide the words. These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.
Every morning at first light he greets her. Every night she is the last thing he sees below the glow of the moon. Together they weather every storm. Their branches do not touch but beneath the surface their roots have become entwined with time. No matter how much they grow in either direction, the depth... Continue Reading →