Love is not predictable and healing is not linear. Heartbreak phases like the moon, seemingly circular at times. Like many, I allowed myself to love. Body, mind, and soul open to warmth and often met with uninvited pain. When the pain seems crippling, I write. When my voice falls on deaf ears, I write. When the world is asleep and there's no one to seek, I write. Written in the dead of night, all after midn ...Täydellinen kuvaus
Love is not predictable and healing is not linear. Heartbreak phases like the moon, seemingly circular at times. Like many, I allowed myself to love. Body, mind, and soul open to warmth and often met with uninvited pain. When the pain seems crippling, I write. When my voice falls on deaf ears, I write. When the world is asleep and there's no one to seek, I write. Written in the dead of night, all after midnight, these excerpts are my heart's product. I hope they find you when you need it most. I hope they make you feel less alone. I hope they help you heal too.