No more snoozing. No more staring at the ceiling.
To the edge of the world
Until, my love, you ...
my life was cold
I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.
I met you again. My stomach dropped. It was full of dread. My lungs collapsed. My heart ceased to exist. Irrational thoughts swirled. An attack, triggered. No escape in sight.
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…
My brain. So painfully stagnant.
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…
I did it. I finally got a piece published on Thought Catalog. It only took months. I finally got it on there. And, in a few days, my piece has managed to get almost 2,000 views. It was featured on their Facebook page. It was thrilling. And I feel motivated.