I’m walking, I’m traveling

I’m walking, I’m traveling. I’ve been here since the beginning; since the first time my words met your eyes and eventually were mouthed on your lips. I’ve been walking for a while now; traveling on foot. They ask why I don’t get a car; What’s the point? I can’t get very far.. My mom says,Continue reading “I’m walking, I’m traveling”

I Love How Repelling My Words Are

It seems as if the deepness of my open wound heart that leaks tears of love and pain are all too much for the ears of someone who hasn’t learned to see. Oh, let me not confuse you as their eyes have been opened to some degree but maybe in times of weakness and deathContinue reading “I Love How Repelling My Words Are”