I write the whimsical words that dance across my mind, the fantasies and dreams I carry. 

I write the tragedies because I'm afraid to forget what I was created from, the fires that melted me down and reshaped me.

I write my pain because it's valid, it isn't something to hide, but to brandish at the feet of death. It didn't stop me so why should you?

I write what I will never tell others because I'm ashamed of being judged, but this odd little site gives me the power to grow and remember.

I write because I've found a voice in writing, a power I will not let myself shy away from.

Someday, I will speak these words, but for now, they will stay here.
  • JoinedMay 12, 2016



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