Sometime after 930 I snuck into the car and drove away. Having finished cooking and cleaning dinner, and baking my own birthday cake for tomorrow, I felt sufficiently worked for the day; I saw my opportunity and I did not skip a beat. I’ve always been a person who craves being alone. If I had…
I awoke early this morning, March 26th. 6am before the sunrise, well before anyone else in my home wakes to greet another day. I quietly crept around downstairs, gathered my purse, shoes to throw on the seat beside me, the keys, and snuck myself out the door by 6:15 – coffee reheated from the day…
I’ve always carried a heavy heart in my chest – all my life I was told I am “too sensitive” and emotional; my dad always said to me, “You’re bringing me down, Chrissy”, I remember this from such a young age. I learned that how I felt, and how others perceived it, was a reflection…
The other day I was driving alone. The windows were down, a warm 70-degrees wind blew through my hair hinting at Spring coming soon to Texas, and I was singing my heart out as I leisurely drove the winding back streets. “Strangest Thing” by The War on Drugs came through, and I must’ve replayed it…
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Since returning back from Soltara, life has seemed – dull. Empty, really, and I feel like I am searching for something meaningful in all the monotony of each new day. For everyone else around me, things seem the same, they feel the same, but I… I am different, somehow. For years, I carried around pain,…
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I know that I hold on because I am afraid of nothing taking your place. I am sure the emptiness I feel at the mere notion of this pattern changing, or being rid of it altogether, stems from the understanding I have that this time, this relationship, was one of the most sacred and important…
