reflection
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Letting go is hard. Even when you know deep down that your heart will eventually heal, it’s like taking a deep breath you haven’t felt in years. There’s a lightness that comes with it—the thought of moving forward. Yet, despite that weight lifting, letting go can still feel impossible. Love is such a beautifully messy
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I’m tired. In the cacophony of modern relationships, it’s easy to feel like you’re shouting into the void, desperately trying to be heard amidst the noise and chaos. The relentless cycle of misunderstanding, miscommunication, and unmet expectations can leave one feeling drained and disillusioned, questioning the very essence of connection and trust. Those committed to
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It’s dark and quiet in the room. The lights are turned down low. Your family has left. It’s just me left. Just me, and you, and your quiet slow breaths. I pull a stool up beside your bed and wrap my hand around yours. I could leave. Your family has. Apparently at peace with what
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I peel back the covers and pull my eyelids open, feeling the absolute silence that surrounds me. It creeps in and fills my bones the second I wake every single morning. I used to run from it, filling this room with music, sounds of the sea, rain, old news, or just anything to keep the
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Perspective is only ever clear to one. Once handed out it tends to get smudged and sullied with every set of grimy hands it gets pushed through. Currently though, as we view everything though Canada’s smoke filled haze it all seems a little grimy, am I right? Tears drip silently down my face as I
I Would Rather Be In Bed 