weigh station

the day we met we were just a boy and a girl stranded at a weigh stationwith baggage heavier than either of us could have known we were just two people with weary heartslow expectations, but hopeful all the samefor something better than we’d known before we were so different but still the samecrippled trust…

entry #3

dear depression diary I’m dancing again. I remember being in my late teens and early twenties just dancing, not caring who was watching .. just enjoying my life and who I was and the every moment as it came. I would dance in the rain, in the shower, in my kitchen while I’d cook, with…

pov.

admiration like that of the first rays of sun as they shine over the horizon tiger stripes and cellulite cover the parts I long to hide yet your love is unwavering no layers of makeup or a hot mom bod a wardrobe of mostly sweatpants and baggy tees yet eyes are set on me as…

transition.

you were the sun that lit the sky after the longest night creeping in, you emitted the brightest rays of life and love and the higher you rose, the more light that shone until my entire world was immersed in your radiance oh you, after so much trial and error were the soil I needed…