i and her; she and Me

Depression. I know that’s what it is, lapping at my bare feet and tickling my toes. It comes in waves, like the tide; pushing and pulling. I know she’s always there waiting, biding her time and readying herself to begin moving her things back in the day I forget to latch the door. Thats the…

golden I

Alright. So I’m constantly having nightmares that I’m gonna catch this Rona and phase out. Most of you don’t know but I was born purple with collapsed lungs, and almost didn’t make it. Coupled with my asthma, and allergies triggering it all, my anxiety is warranted. So I’ve thought about it and I NEED to…

don’t wake me

They say dreams are continuations of reality, and if this is true, I beg you God don’t wake me up. Even when the nightmares grip me: running scared, it feels safer. I awake before alarm sounds; closed windows and curtains can’t fend my conscience away. The resurfacing, the remembering where we are and where I…

manic graveyards

You guys live for weekends but I just live for manic days when I can write without it all just being the big sad. When my adrenaline is pumping with the happiness my brain manufactured by accidentally sending too many chemicals down the line. A system cruising with possibilities, crushing the “I can’t and it…

my solemn wish

Eyes are raining as I write

For we won’t be seeing you tonight

apples and berries

Motherhood is such a messy tangle of love, exhaustion and anxiety. We are tethered to these tiny human beings by a cord for nine months, then bound infinitely after that. All their hopes, desires and dreams become your main focus; fulfilling them becomes life. I love berries. They’re my favorite food I think, and have…