I can tell myself I deserve better, and then I see it, the butterfly emerging from its isolation. A promise that I could change. This life, I had, could still be beautiful. I told myself, I can do this.

I have a lumpen my pillow that I can’t seem to flatten

What my hair does in the heat

Rain in the summer months that

Giving myself grace

*This is killing me to leave my mistakes (typing) but so you know, I make typo mistakes. Especially when I…

Sadje asks if the photo I chose inspires me to write something. Yes, this photo reminds me of

Are you prepared for a power cut?___

Beach trips with