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’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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This will be one of those sessions where I just let my thoughts flow. Inhale, Exhale. I’ve had to sit here uncomfortable, already deleted a few sentences that just did not feel right. To hell with it, I think, something needs to come out and I won’t get there unless I explore this without critiquing…
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