I sit here night after night counting my wrongs And things I should make right. I hear a pull in the distance. A voice that’s been consistently persistent. Like a far away song yet I still get the message wrong. But every day is another day to improve. Another day to…

In slavery I gave birth to you. I am yours but you are your own. I may never be free. But freedom is your destiny. And I would do it all again. You are worth the weight of infinite universes times ten.

There was never a fear of me out and about and being attacked. There was a fear of me leaving and never coming back. — The silly fears of a BPD mom.

Can feel like the worst kind, especially when you are raised by a borderline. Gaslighting marathons. Angry outbursts. No accountability whatsoever and it hurts. Irresponsible in other ways too. Forbidden love. Private knowledge given from above. In their presence I never feel right. No matter how much I zen and attempt to find my…

This foggy evening was a sweet song. Only kisses and laughs to it belonged. Oh this world! We feel at ease while the planets swirl. Sometimes I feel like I’m watching my sweetest dream. Buzzing off of this life taught me how to become serene. Oh this world! I feel at…

Guitar strings say all the things, That my spirit cannot verbalize. And that my voice cannot harmonize.

Your life right now, you have to be willing to crash it. Sink the ship. It’s bad, unbearable and lacks integrity. When you’re willing to do that, and go to that dark place you’ll find that it is not the end. But it is where the door is to the…