in the fabric
and in the sand
against right and wrong
by the weapon
to hide or blame… 26 more words
It all started with words.
We spent endless hours chatting about anything and everything. Our deepest thoughts, dreams, desires – everything. The love that developed was forged from those late night conversation, by that sharing of words – they were the core of our togetherness. 87 more words
Sometimes – not often, but sometimes – I have Bad Days.
These are days when the usual voice of reason is there somewhere in the background, like, “Heeeeey, heeey girl….,” but it’s getting totally drowned out by this onslaught of constant self-criticism. 563 more words