life creates your fiction, fiction creates your life.
I have many homes. Each one is beautiful in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →
"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom. To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →
He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles, and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →
I'm tired of wasting time trying to convince myself that you have no time for me. -your best friend
"It's the piercing eyes that determine your fate. Their dynamic fur of a colorful blend. The story! A growl detailing the ending. Like a wolf, it will be too late when you hear my howl. An accomplishment that can only make the ones who doubt her unsettled & paranoid. After all, where am I hiding?"... Continue Reading →
Having someone in your life to tell you that, "You are ok." is a blessing. But, imagine the power you unleash & hold when you actually believe in those words yourself. Inner strength can move mountains. Family gives you the idea that you can. -@lifeorfiction
I never quite understood the journey I would go through once I was diagnosed with Epilepsy. This small part of who I am is a consistent trial of understanding, trust, and faith. I've realized, after a year and a half that this trial has made me so much stronger as a person. Yes, I've changed... Continue Reading →
Who am I now that I wasn't then? Who was I then that I'm not now?
Captivated and still slow moving up a hill. The steepness rises my footsteps fall down, all. The summer breeze brings wind light and soft, from underneath a birds wing. Whistle a lullaby a whispered rhyme, something I can decipher with all of this time. ....but satisfaction brought it back.
the way our lives are reflected and seen
Break the silence. End the violence.
Don't be afraid, just turn the page.
