I love you like radios love Christmas music during advent season. Romance in the season of single digits and hand holding. Hearts crafted in snow plowed from the driveway. Cold hands by mini infernos. Twinkling lights around the house. A decorated tree in the living room. Illuminating angels and sentient snowmen donning top hats. Red … Continue reading Wednesday Writes: love in winter
There’s tragedy in her tears. Fault lines in her fears. My dear, a deer caught in headlights. A constant red traffic light. When will she realize that stars above want to shine like her?
I’ve been in this place so long. All this rent, in the form of time spent. Friendzone woes. Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, ever since my last flame burned me into postmortem. All these feelings I harbor for relationships. So heavy I hope it doesn’t sink this ship.
My melanin has hell in it, I heard them say. My music is pure foolishness; they always pay.
You're a perfect mystery. An imperfect masterpiece, missing an important puzzle piece.
When your mental health is on life alert, find your medicine in the confession of your condition to a caring community.
You’re the playlist I drive to. The very notes I write to. The same tunes that soothe and uplift my mood.