Blackness, Pain

Just Like My Mom

Yesterday my friend’s mom died I went to see her I had visited her in the hospital while she was alive She was lively She was beautiful She had a sense of humor She had been bed-ridden for some time now but that did not kill her spirit She had life You know it’s amazing… Continue reading Just Like My Mom

Pain, Relationships

My Broken Heart

where do i begin i figured i would write when the tears stopped im not sure if the fact that they stopped is good or bad but i have to move on somehow i can’t even write about this because im still hurt i haven’t been able to write for a while because when i… Continue reading My Broken Heart