HappenEnding

The ink of my pen is my blood. Every drop heals my wound. Even though you can tie my body but you can't tie my soul...I write what I want to write... no sugar coats,no romanticism... what I say is what I feel...I can't just talk about the pretty things in life. There's a lot of ugly things and in betweens. I think age is making me more honest and comfortable with my thoughts.

Thursday, 1 May 2014

Beginning

Beginnings: How To Heal A Broken Heart

accepting the end of a relationshiop of two years past...
returning to a place where pain was experienced...
throwing photos and letters of a painful yesterday...
ending years of hiding...
not knowing what tomorrow will bring and being fine with it...
just living...

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