Showing posts from November, 2022
The air is still. It’s as though nature is afraid to move lest it injures itself on the sharp edge of winter’s teeth. My body is tense, my shoulders are hunched even though my winter coat and boots are keeping me warm. I feel the sharp caress of winter on my face. My face feels numb, and for a moment I wonder if my…
Your past pain is not a permanent prophecy. Your heart's fate isn't written in the scars. ― John Mark Green ** * Tomorrow the grown-ups will laugh like they didn’t just finish poisoning you the night before. You’re forever choking on poison from many nights much like this one. But you learn to swallo…
