Sometimes I wished I was chaos. That would be okay because then that would make sense. I wasn’t though – I was the crashing waves in the dark waters that engulfed your entire being and consumed you whole. Then I’d toss you back onto the shore and never touch you again. I was the ripple… Continue reading


Sometimes things happen. Bad things. Things that don’t make sense and you struggle with feelings and thoughts that shake you and leave you ajar. Like the gaping wounds that surface with the suddenness of things. Not everything is meant to make sense. Some things are better left to the imagination – you can trick yourself… Continue reading Senseless.