scorp

Music is the art of healing.

A funny short story.

My dog is always right. A short funny thing (that's not really funny, but whatever).

Scary story. I tried, ok?

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.

I pack my things up, knowing I can’t stay, I step outside and leave, needing space, needing to get away.

The tears of the sky poured down with thunder. It’s the memory I ignore but I can’t erase...I wait for the moon, only to find my demons in my slumber.

What a curse it is to be born a girl.

“Ugh…” I groaned. I was laying flat on my back with no memory of how I got there...

nobody should life in vain.

Will you come and swim with me?

Writer's blocks suck.