Do you believe in signs? I try. I want to. Some days they’re impossible to ignore. I have a funny kind of feeling we’ve been here,…
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I never liked nature. Or, so I thought. The walk is hard, I don’t adapt well to change. Life is about comings and goings. I…
Leave a CommentXmas, 1970. Santa brought a white doll house, with a blue roof topped with a shiny, gold bow. Wooden furniture and a funny man with kind, hazel eyes smiling…
Leave a CommentThe sun is here, feels funny after months and months, buried beneath white and gray. I think, one day I will move away, escape the…
Leave a CommentWhen I’m stressed, I clean. When I’m confused, I clean. When I’m angry, I clean. Exhausted, nauseated, in full-blown Benzo withdrawal. Not permitted by my…
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