I feel so damn dirty and guilty when I can’t hear her pain anymore. I am her soul sister, it is my duty, so I hang on. I hang on, then hang up, and want to puke it all out for a cleanse; it so very hard to imagine the world that she lives in.
March 7, 2016
Living while enduring loss is a death, living while you are full of fear is a death, living while what’s around you is dying is a death, letting go and living in love is birth.
Controlling her desire to control will always be the heartbeat, the lifeblood of a battle that will never fully recede, though it is indeed a war she is finally winning. She wins every time she stares her want down cold. Her steely eyes work to stop it dead. It's her wielded weapon, this ...