Wednesday, April 6, 2016


I told her I couldn't do it again, couldn't take the risk of loving someone when such cruel things had been done to me in the past. 
How was I supposed to trust them? How was I supposed to let them in?
"You sort through the rubble and the ash until you find an ember, no matter how small. Nurture it until it burns again," my mother replied. "Always go back and sort through the ash. Don't give up on love, don't let the embers burn out."

Tuesday, April 5, 2016


The way between has never been easy, but I've made it into a home
and this is where I'll stay.