journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

wash, rinse, repeat.

They say love blinds you, but if you asked me, I’d tell you they all lied. Desire blinds you. Desperation blinds you. Fear blinds you. Love is just what we nickname it. We aren’t made to handle ugly truths. I did everything that they say one does after heartbreak. I cried. I screamed. I cursedContinue reading “wash, rinse, repeat.”