“This child can scream,” I think to myself. I can barely stand his shrieks. I wait a few minutes before glaring at his mother. While these seconds pass, thoughts grow within me; I can go places that she cannot go. I can sleep when I am tired or stay up all night if I want […]Read more "This Child Can Scream"
I love. Hard. I love often. I am surprised, though, that I am loved so well by so many. The many that love me do not receive my love in return. I only love the unloveable. I often wonder if these unloved things will be at my funeral. It is love that will kill me […]Read more "I Love Hard"