Foolish

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

How?

How can I do more? How can I do more for you? I ask myself this daily. I want to do more for you, for us. But, how? I long to provide. I long to do more. I am trying. It kills me how tired you are. How worn out you are. I want to…

Home

Never did I understand why some people had this strong desire to decorate their house and make it a home. But, I now comprehend what was once nonsense to me. Home is comfort. A place to be free. A place all yours.

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.…