Close your eyes Breathe Hear the sound of your heartbeat. Anxiety is a raging storm inside Its thunder is your hidden pain Its lightning, your flashes of reason It manifests your imperfections into a seemingly perfect, beautiful mess. And you… Continue Reading →
My thoughts on the classic Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.
there are hundreds of ways solitude speaks to me and to you. some are as simple as searching the skies and finding that peace alone while other times silence answers your questions, where you find it chasing away your constant… Continue Reading →
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