Crawling, falling, sinking below she goes. Scratching, clawing the surface, a fighter she is. Words unheard in the echos of others. Dodging the shadows of demons she bares. Slipping through cracks unsee. Running through circles of burning bridges. Shaken from the madness of it all. The burns of judgment scar phanton memories. They can’t be forgotten nor will they heal.
about WordPress is that I can see where in the world you guys are reading my blog. It’s one of the coolest, amazing, inspiring experiences ever to see just how far my words can reach. Thank you!💗
I have so many feelings lately, I can’t even put them on paper. Just a Jumbled ball of emotion. ICK!
Here’s to trying…😧
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen.
Reading classic litature is much more fun when you don’t have to write an interpretive essay about it.
And check out that beautiful cover art.
The prize on a gamble.
The oceans calm during a frantic storm.
The light during the darkest of days.
The flutter in a heartbeat.
The reason when nothing else makes sense.