I long to feel the fragile, beautiful heartache that accompanies love again. To crave for someone: to feel warm, comforted, and at home in their presence. What a lovely thing, a gorgeous something that feels forever out of touch. For when I’m touched, I feel tense. To love feels like a dream I had long…
Category: free writing
a bed full of tears
how can you leave me broken crying so much i feel as though i can’t breathe who would’ve known i could love someone so much you held onto me when you knew you wanted to let me go you let me love you let me give all of myself to you with the intentions of…
what was and what is now
i long for you but you’re gone a distant memory but it feels like just yesterday you were here your lips pressed against mine your eyes staring into mine in admiration my head on your chest laying in a peaceful quiet as i listen to your heart beating in your chest an unforgettable rhythm your…
the ocean’s show
waves crash violently into the shore the sounds of waves roaring entering my ears like the sweetest lullaby they’re beautiful and frightening like an untamed animal existing just as it pleases, owing no explanation to anyone sitting alone on the sand, it’s as though the ocean is the show, and I the audience listening and…
thoughts on the drive home
I feel like an imposter in my trauma and experiences; I know it happened to me, but I feel like a fraud. I feel like I don’t fit into the group of survivors: like my experience isn’t as valid and as challenging as theirs. Even after I know for sure something has just happened to…
Sinners: Best Movie of 2025?
My Honest Review of Sinners (Spoilers Ahead) Don’t read this if you’re not ready for spoilers—or truth. This review isn’t for the faint of heart, and neither is the movie. If my take offends you, feel free to keep scrolling. Let’s start with the scene where the ancestors from both the past and future come…
if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
If no one in the world could hear a word I say, would I exist? If no one knew I existed, would I be alive? If I don’t recognize my surroundings, was I even here in the first place? If I can’t remember what happened yesterday, did it even happen? If pain and sorrow encompass…
a flower in a field of grass
A flower risen in a field of grass has been stepped on but is still standing tall. Often when people walk they don’t watch where they’re stepping. They either aren’t paying attention, or they don’t care to look. But that flower that has been stepped on is still risen and is still just as beautiful….
the oozing of my heart and mind
I know I have a beautiful soul. I know because I hold undeniable love inside of me. I know because when I look up at the night sky sprinkled with bright stars millions of miles away, my soul burns with a fire of connection. I feel free. I feel as though I could do anything…
a flower deserves to be watered, not plucked
A girl with a kind soul and heart isn’t meant to be someone’s toy. She isn’t meant to be picked up whenever he needs company. She isn’t there to reassure him he’s attractive and wanted. She isn’t there waiting whenever he wants to come by at 2 am. She isn’t there to be his listening…
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