I had a dream. You were next to me. My parents were there, and you were saving me. I generally would be opposed to the idea of being a damsel in distress needing to be saved, but your presence and undying support was what dreams are truly made of. You assured me I was strong, …
Tag Archives: mourning
the reconciliation
to mourn someone who is yet to pass. to be haunted by someone who still is very much living. the mind is an enigma, and for that I’m forgiving. for the pain that it has brought to me on the darkest of days, has lead to the newest of beginnings. when days are dark, allies …
pandemonium & more 