I'm not always strong before the world. Some days, my silence isn't a choice but the only way I know how to breathe, because the weight of unspoken emotions is too heavy for my mouth to carry.             

                   So I write. 

Not to explain myself but to keep from losing myself entirely. In every page, there's a tear no one saw, a scream no one heard, and a fragment of my being I'm trying to rescue from fading away.

To contact me:
Facebook: Rararyde
https://www.facebook.com/rydaddie