I Think I’m Ready
I think Iām ready to live my life the way I wanted. I think Iām ready to live my life
I think Iām ready to live my life the way I wanted. I think Iām ready to live my life
My feet up on a table, hands writing my life. Papers, sticky notes, cheap street art. All overlapping each other,
First come the problems then it’s the fights then the denial then, boom – goodbye. One remote day, though healed
Do you think life will find me here? Ever so overwhelming…
Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already
When I was a little girl, I’d hear the word “pecado” (sin) on the daily. According to my elders, everything
Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to
Those were the heart wrenching last words a friend dying of brain cancer said to me. It wasn’t our whole