It’s buried. The passion I used to wear on my sleeve like a poet’s heart Buried beneath a cold and unlovely facade, That protects me from a world I no longer trust. It’s buried. The love, like a once, rosy cheeked child Torn to soon from his mother’s warm embrace Buried beneath earth and stone… Continue reading Buried

Chapter 22 – The Sweet Life

Day 25 Life is sweet. Every single bloody, heartbreaking, gooey, messy minute of it. Every moment we breathe, is a gift. Some of us are blessed with decades and decades of breathes and some of us much less. I learned about mortality at a much younger age than I wish I had. I was just… Continue reading Chapter 22 – The Sweet Life