Letters to Wes

My love, Life is about balance. You may have to read this multiple times to connect the dots. You will have a language inside of you all your own that someday, someone will try to decode. Maybe it will work, and that may be up to you to allow it. Take your challenges day by … More Letters to Wes

Before You.

I remember who I was before you, but I don’t remember why. I tiptoed around sanity like it was my job to stay blissfully crazy. I picked flowers with no understanding of why they need to stay rooted to grow. I stayed off the ground because it was safer in my mind to never touch … More Before You.

Hold On

I longed for something that I used to have. I squeezed it until all the blood drained and what I was left with was an empty shell of myself, wondering what happened to who I thought I was. I suffocated us and I left one day feeling cold and useless. I filled myself with anything … More Hold On


I adjust my bed so it is in the middle of the room Against nothing Like a pontoon stranded in the middle of the ocean Dark and Vast and Unforgiving. Falling asleep to build up courage because I Am afraid Of everything. I pack my suitcase then I walk out the door. I turn around. … More Oceans


There are certain lessons that I have learned that have eaten me alive. They have chewed me up into scraps of nothing, spit me out, only for me to crawl through the darkness, struggling to find a safe space among ravenous wolves. There are certain lessons that I have learned which could not be taught … More Lessons