Crying on bathroom floors

All that pain you’ve kept beneath those hidden faces and all those tears you’ve cried on bathroom floors and pillow cases all those aches, wounds and insecurities you’ve been carrying for a while give them all to me so I could see you smile. I know you’re aching and you won’t ever break but the … Continue reading Crying on bathroom floors

The beauty of suffering!

Why is it that sometimes our path is crystal clear, but our eyes become clouded? Why do we become so hollow when everything around us is supposed to fill us up? That’s how I feel right now, like a huge chunk of me is missing, or maybe I ripped it out. Maybe because I was … Continue reading The beauty of suffering!