Are we truly unique, or are we mosaics of everyone we’ve ever known?

If I’m honest, I’d like to believe the latter.

I want a home like my grandma’s where there’s always a seat at the table, and no one has to wonder if they belong.

I want to cook like my mom—never asking if you’re hungry, just setting a place in front of you certain that you are.

I want to be as free as my husband always was,...

it’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop, not to mention the creak in the floor when you walk.

it’s too quiet to even talk. the dreadful silence so loud all i can hear are my own thoughts.

the dreadful silence comes without a knock, never leaves — & certainly doesn’t watch the clock.

i wish i could make them all stop. imagine giving a voice to each one of your thoughts —

anne’s always angry...

I never was an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes opened before the sunlight hit my sleepy eyelids

The morning driving to donuts to watch the planes fly high in the sky before the sun came alive

Streams of light spilling across the dashboard into the front seat across your eyes

A smile with teeth but from you that was never a surprise

I was never an early riser, ...

“Take it all!” She screamed at the sky Time is ticking by Time would soon say goodbye

There she would be Time would have ticked by There she would be, screaming up at that same sky

Teardrops Telescopes Thermometers and throats Telegraphs and talks Taco times and Tuesday nights Tarps and tents Talents and tea Tantalizingly beautiful was he

They were taintless & talkative

Tik tok goes the ...

They didn’t need words when it came to each other.

They lived in a silence that left them feeling known.

The kind of silence like when your too tired or too sad to voice the words.

The kind of silence that is usually met with awkward, “it’ll be okay’s” and “I promise it’ll get better’s”.

The thing about silence is people run from it. They do the best to fill it with empty words, and half heart...

Some beauty you can only see in the dark. The raw unapologetic kind.

There’s vulnerability in darkness, and only the lucky ones get to bare witness. The unafraid ones.

The ones who will stop at nothing to feel the darkness envelop them, in hopes of getting a glimpse of the stars.

Some say vulnerability looks a lot like darkness. But… Don’t you think, vulnerability looks a lot like stars?

They...

Her room looked a lot like her mind And if you knew her, you knew that.

It was chaos, while others said, “it’s symbolic”

Symbolic of the chaos I suppose

Like her mind she knew where to find all that was tucked away

She knew where the secrets were buried, and could tell you exactly where to find them

She never would

So they’d look at it and tell her, “just clean it”

While she’d look at it, ...

“Why do you think so many people don’t want love?” The young boy asked

“Love is what people want in this lifetime, even the ones that think they’re better off without out it are in search of it.” The old man replied

“But how can you be so sure?” The young boy questioned

“They look for it in the things they haven’t lost hope in yet.” The old man said staring out at the sea

“What kinds of thing...

She left her heart on the floor in front of you that day. The day you decided not to love her. The day you decided your life was better without her in it. The day you looked at her heart on the floor, looked her in eye, and turned around and walked away. She left herself there too, because home is where the heart is and you decided you didn’t want to be her home anymore. She left her lungs, and ...

Life without you is Lungs without air Music without sound Food without flavor Trees without leaves Skies without stars

Life without you is a vast sea of numbness

It’s living with a heart without a beat, so not living at all some would say....