constantia

I remember, the first time— The darkness (a dream) grabbed me

Can you recognize the depressed? The heartbroken? Can you really discern the broken-spirited and the dead souls? Perception is everything.

A/NMildly abstract in meaning, but I do believe it's easy enough to decipher, for which I do feel inclined to preface this saying--trigger warning. Where were you When they stormed ...

I’m trying so hard to convince myself and for a moment, I do believe the misconception that we’re forever and always But then the moment passes, the wind picks ...

For a boy who loved Without words— Could I offer you a smile, Maybe a brush of my hand Against your cheek? If I were to lay my lips Across ...

It's just a dream, it's just a dream--you tell yourself, but you know full well that it isn't.

"She was no longer his to hold or to feel. She was, no longer. She belonged to the white, blanketing the skies."

Different kinds of life. Different kinds of pain. Different kinds of healing, but maybe one most profound.

Have you ever relived horrific events? Because it's entirely possible.