The Sad Butterflies | poem

What isn't real cannot hurt meBut nothing is less real than RealityYet each day it destroys me,Each day it destroys me... Nothing feels as real as this misery ;I can feel them buzzing inside of meWith wings made of painful memories,Wings pulled by rotten strings. Oh, here they come, the sad butterflies,Waking up the storms …

A quick post to catch up ♥

I have been away from this blog for a while now. Life was a little overwhelming and my energy/will to do things significantly decreased but I am getting back on the horse(?) now. It's been way too long and I have greatly missed writing out my thoughts and feelings and stories. This blog helps me …

The Big Thing ©

Today I am writing about another little thorn in my sides that has been blurring my vision lately. By writing this post, I hope to shift my perspective on this "thorn" and allow it to bloom into a beautiful flower and if I can help you as well, then all the better ! ♥ So, …