Some thoughts before bed.
Not broken, perfected.
what if I
beside the chipped paint of this aged mansion a bird the size of...
There. Just beyond the dirty truck that pays my wages. Beyond the pump jack that draws the oil in homage to greed. Beyond the quarry I load rock from to […]
Labels are powerful things that I too often assign myself without thought.
If I am ever to reach my goal of becoming a Good Human then I need to become more aware of how my words and actions affect others.
I was in a narcissistic abusive relationship and it nearly killed me. This is how I recovered.
Why would nature give us a self destruct mode anyway?