i come from a family of narcissists and enablers. i am the only one who is neither, rendering me the scapegoat. today, i decided to finally close the door on those i was still in contact with, and as i practice what it’s like to say what’s on my mind…

posting a poem i wrote when i was hurting now that i am healing. temporary is temporary is temporary unless you are like me in which case it is not. i am more distraught than the astronaut in outer space. my head is not a place that you would ever…

what causes them to defer our dreams? do they die when tucked away or is it simply hibernation by way of slumber? if i were to let my reveries stay that and nothing more, i could not possibly prefer wakefulness or be in favor of the times my eyes are…