Foolish

Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?

Stumbled

My feet are not staying on the path. My shoes are worn. I wanted to go left. So bad. But I tripped on a rock, fell forward, and rolled right. All these years, I was told to turn a certain way. When I stumbled, I fell away from that destination. And I have never felt…

Try Again?

The submission window for a literary magazine just opened up. This is the same one that rejected me a while back. Part of me wants to submit again. But part of me is terrified of the rejection. Absolutely terrified. I have been in a fragile state in terms of my writing as of late. It…

Ideas

It came to me. In the dead of night. These little ideas. Snippets, rather. Not fully formed. Words that long to be written. The darkness wants to be expressed. My scars want to share their story. The desire to express it. Ideas on how. It all came to me. And the path is illuminated. That…

Where?

Words of the written variety have always been my solace. Reading is a passion of mine. Writing is an even larger passion. I have always wanted to pursue it. Always. After my car accident, weeks before embarking on an adventure to college, something in me shifted. Words that once flew so quickly and easily, ceased.…

How do I get to where I want to be? How. How. How. How. How. The answer will not appear in the bottle. It is not written on the end of a blade. How do I get where I want to be? How. How. How.