I was buried beneath my sheets, my pillow saturated with tears.
To avoid making a sound, I tightened my teeth.
I reflected on everything that had happened.
With my throat too dry to speak, I raised my gaze to the hills and my hands to heaven.
I was buried beneath my sheets, my pillow saturated with tears.
To avoid making a sound, I tightened my teeth.
I reflected on everything that had happened.
With my throat too dry to speak, I raised my gaze to the hills and my hands to heaven.
Dear God,
Not only is being single difficult, but the worst part is that my body refuses to accept it.
I’m driven by an internal yearning for physical contact and emotional connection.
When I leave the face of this earth, I want to be remembered fondly for a lot of things. Because I will be and do so many things. Despite the many hats I will be wearing.