Eyes Open

Eyes Open

There are days that do not feel post-worthy. Or noteworthy. There are days where everything gets cancelled and you don’t even get to enjoy it. There are days when your skin is blotchy and your clothes are wrinkled, and it doesn’t even matter. There are bad hair days...
Tears

Tears

Tears fall steadily after the trauma If you came to grips with it, at least Those around you whisper things like “drama” Each of us faces a diff’rent beast You didn’t expect it to hurt so bad Or you did and you wanted proved wrong Lost are the...