When I was 14, I was 40. I was omnipotent and brilliant and an excellent judge of character. Clearly I was an idiot. Let’s examine that word for a moment, “character.” It has many meanings, but I interpret it quite differently these days. Fairy tales, novels, television shows, movies… they all contain our favorite characters. The faces shown to the world are of our own choosing. We can depict ourselves in most any light we choose. Side note, don’t depict yourself in fluorescent lights. We never know who someone truly is. Whether your realizations are a pleasant surprise or a … Continue reading Character.

That dull ache low in your belly. A sharp pain in your back. The ache of being betrayed.  Of all the flowers in the garden, I am not the brightest; make no mistake however, for you cannot forget my bloom. Painting do not adorn my pale skin. Though my heart is pierced, my body is only slightly done.  I describe myself in such a manner because it is often the loudest cry that implores to be heard. I do not cry loudly. I do not scream. I am silent in my ache. It does not lessen the pain of any … Continue reading Aches