Think of three good things. A day can be filled with death, illness, and worry but a penny on the sidewalk, not being in a hurry a jolly rancher at the bottom of my coat pocket, one I haven't worn in weeks. » Continue Reading
She would open the kitchen drawer, and as it moved, I felt pain run through every inch of my body. Inch after inch, uneasy, crooked, wooden kitchen drawers. A shudder of fear would slip down my backside, in a way to cower from becoming known, and yet, I would cry. The drawer was open completely, now, in a single moment that felt like minutes, and she reaches inside for a big, scary knife. Mama doe... » Continue Reading
It's raining again. It rains all the time. Most of the time, the past doesn't matter. Even inside. It rains in my bedroom. It matters » Continue Reading
Crucifix carved on your forearm Cursing thoughts that fight to succeed, Crushing your brain with the fists of God and hoping your father will notice you bleed. » Continue Reading
There is an overwhelming amount of categories on this website, so I have no idea where to even start with blog posts. For the time being it's either gonna be crochet patterns, poetry, or random posts like this where I just ramble about whatever I'm thinking about. I'm super excited to just make some new friends and find some like-minded creative people to talk to. » Continue Reading