I’m not depressed.
I’m just…not happy with who I am.
I've never been one to be overly dramatic, but I can say with a clear honesty that I never felt I could share with anyone else, that I have been haunted by the people who have surrounded me nearly for most of my life. Up to this ...
The closest I have ever been to flying was on the lonely swing set in our old backyard from the trailer park in Louisiana. I remember clearly sneaking out at 5:43 am in the morning, the dawn’s sleepy eyes barely peeking over the tin roofs, chipped paint, and grey tree limbs. I had quietly shut the...
Beauty only visits once a year,
clawing it’s fury down into the shape of
scratch marks onto our wooden tables with its lovely
French manicured nails.
Following rueful tradition, with a toss of
golden hair, I am given the once in a life
time present of my own choosing.
Beauty prefers to ke...
“Sit down,” she had ordered me and I complied, shuffling my clumsy feet forward to her blue loveseat, with stuffing poking from its frayed cushions.
“Relax,” she chided and I complied letting my fidgeting hands rest in my lap while I tried not to stare or count the 15 freckles on her nos...