For Better or Worse

  I lie in bed awake, staring at the ceiling. Unwilling to put forth the effort of crying. Unable to silence my mind towards sleep. Legs extended before me, I run my right hand towards my hairline, pressing my palm into the top of my forehead. I bring my left hand to my face as … Continue reading

Thoughts: Monday, July 2

  This morning, I realized that I was grasping. I was holding on so tightly to nothing. I have nothing, and I still wouldn’t let it go.   I shouldn’t say nothing. I have so much more than so many. But compared to what I had – I have nothing.   On the surface, I’ve … Continue reading