I am not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure I want to wake up.
I want Martin to think of the man who raised him when he sees it. To question the real meaning of what a father is. Not someone who donated a sperm to your being, but someone who was there for you as you grew up, who loved and protected you.
I did not beg him to stay because I was begging God that he would not leave
I bet you guys had an easy and smooth April. Mine was coupled with deadlines and exams which I still have two more to call it a semester. It was a busy one but luckily I took time off from everything and delved into some travel adventure with my bestie. This was a great experience… Continue reading April Wrap Up & May TBR
God had spoken. He had spoken in the Motilone culture. He had not even had to use me.
Life is growth. If you do not take up the chance you will regret it all your days
It feels so great to learn that even though I'm making baby steps, there's still some progress that's registered in this safe space of mine.
the unfortunate thing about healing is this: it convinces you that the pain is better than a scab.
Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful- Rita Dove