writing the unsaid
Once upon a time, there was a little boy with big, green eyes. This little boy grew up searching for love all around. He waited for love years in a row but never got enough. He got crumbs only, and sometimes, those crumbs were taken by the wind and scattered away. Once upon a time,…
Monday morning. That kind of Monday that everybody would cancel for an undetermined period. Not her though.She wakes up without the regular voices in her head. For the first time, there’s silence there. No pain, no longing, no exhaustion. Nothing other than peace. It feels good. Her shoulders now feel like flakes, she stretches her…