These feelings carve tracks
Inside of me
That are too deep
And my insides
Become eroded
Warn down
By the constant crashing of the waves
That start in the mind
And pulse through my veins
And into my spirit
Feeling deeply
Is my burden to bare
But the good news is
That’s how good art is made
I just have to
Follow the tracks life carves in me.
-C.H.
She told me that she had been sober for 6 months before Thanksgiving with her family. Apparently she got blackout drunk. “Understandable,” I said. “My family is the reason I drink so much around the h
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
