... to sleep.
I sometimes remember what it was like to listen to someone play a guitar until I fell asleep. So simple. So pretty. There is no better way to drift off than the sound of someone taking time off from themselves to play for you. Rarely have I ever felt as loved.
Much of the content may be a bit dark, but it is not necessarily in chronological order. There are no dates, because I don't think it matters if I wrote it 3 years ago or yesterday. I decided to write for me and I know most of the time I feel like writing is when I have something I need to process or work through; this is really my only place to come to and release.
I am not miserable, I am just healing.
I am not miserable, I am just healing.
Never Change
A man I loved once told me, long after I realized that he had slipped away, that I was an amazing woman and that I had better never change.
Sometimes I feel like a shell of the woman he was talking to way back then.
Sometimes I feel like a shell of the woman he was talking to way back then.
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