After Love

I couldn’t stop crying because I was so afraid. My already small eyes looked minuscule when surrounded by puffy skin, varying shades of red. I was terrified; of being alone or of being lonely? I was unlovable. The thought of moving to a new city and starting a new job was suddenly the most frightening idea I…

Rise Up – Andra Day

This could be fun but that doesn’t mean I’m smiling. This could hurt but it doesn’t mean I’ll be throwing stones. This could be an awful lot of things that we’ll never hear or see or touch but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t try.