this year taught me how to release what i once believed i would carry forever, that some versions of us aren’t meant to stick around, some versions exist only long enough to be thanked and set free. so i said goodbye to parts of myself, the ones that stayed too long and left quiet bruises behind. reality arrived without warning, and i realized there are no more places left to hide. but truth always has a way of finding us when we are ready. i learned that holding on can cut j

we fear the end. so instead, while we can, we chase after eternity; that which never ends. the promise of always having a tomorrow? what...

most everyone, at some point in their life, will walk around with a fractured heart the clues are there, if we look close enough in the...