When I was 15, I was in a “residential treatment center”. Basically, I lived with other teen girls in a big house and we went to school and therapy together. It was actually a very nice one (thanks mom). But the point of this story is this- one day during group therapy we were talking [...]
Too tired to write, but my mind is filled, with thoughts and revelations, to spill. So many years I woke up, with a pill, getting closer to freedom- I know that I will. Changes bring memories, that rise up like foam, on the waves- chaotic- of places I'm from. The voices can be greater, -hypocrite, [...]
(I wrote this about PTSD being triggered) walk lightly over the path unexpected words send me reeling falling head over feet, weightless find something reckless, bring back the feeling when i was young meaning was lost in tomorrow a distant future i strained to see. my eyes were new, and all i saw was more. [...]
I was thinking about a man I once knew, but this story is about the girl who brought us together; and who we both loved.
How do you know when something has died? A root from the earth, and stars in her eyes.