Emergency Contact It’s funny the way that everything can fall apart all around me, and yet, I am nearly unaffected. When life gives you shit over lemons, you learn to realign your expectations. But then I stare at the form – The line that reads: EMERGENCY CONTACT. I am transported to a place… Continue reading Emergency Contact
I’m older now, less fragile in my own loneliness. Accustomed to being on my own. And maybe, home isn’t ever really tangible. Not something found in another person. It’s a feeling within myself that screams: You belong, You belong, You belong.
I am a person who loves with more than their heart: Withing my veins, love is oxygenation. It pulsates through me, and I keep marching forward- One hand clenched against my chest. Love lives in the pit of my stomach. Sometimes it is nauseating- A sensation that cripples me from the inside out,… Continue reading I am a person who loves with more than their heart:
As a child I lived like a tortoise, my home hitched up on my back, neatly packed away in an overnight bag. Never belonging, but always moving. Back and forth, back and forth. The reality of a joint-custody divorce. At eighteen, I met a boy who promised me home lived within the two of us.… Continue reading Home.
There are many days where I stare into the future, with a clenched fist. I make silent promises to myself: This will get better. You will get better. You can live through this. I hold these whispers in my palms, and let them slip through my tiny fingers, like ashes released into the wind. I… Continue reading 12.11.18
I used to lie awake in the middle of the night, just to watch you dream. It was mesmerizing, the way that your head would hit the pillow and you’d instantly fall into a deep sleep. You laid in the center of the bed, with your right hand nestled against my left thigh. Touching my… Continue reading You loved me