What’s the feeling you try, but can’t explain The one that tends to block blood flow from your veins? Oxygen suspended, like outer space Go ahead, take a breath before you suffocate. Call up your “friends” for breath and support After all, that’s what they’re there for Right? No, I forget, it’s on their accord… Continue reading A poem for a difficult week.
Facebook Memory - August 12, 2011 "How far you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic for the striving, and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in your life, you will have been all of these." -George Washington Carver 💗 Facebook Memory - August… Continue reading Memory
-Troye Sivan https://youtu.be/3awzvNrKDsg 💙💛💖, Bailey
Chachi, Your eighth birthday hasn't been exactly as you hoped for, I know. I'm so glad that you have some good doctors, though, and you're getting taken care of well! (With all of these meds, you may be having a pretty good time today 😂). You've been a soft place for me to fall through… Continue reading Happy Eighth Birthday, PopPop!
*Explicit song lyrics* "I can take the hit, but I'm sorry - I don't want the bruise." - "Headspace" by Lewis Capaldi Loyalty is a lifestyle - not a choice, but it's a lifestyle that people just don't chose to live anymore. Unfortunately, fibromyalgia and Sjögren's Syndrome choose the loyal behavior far more often than… Continue reading “I’m sick of losing soulmates.”
My biggest source of pain, hurt, betrayal, and truth. Priorities. They show you what matters to other's - and when it doesn't turn out to be you, and you've given them your all... I wish I knew how to not wear my heart on my sleeve... Then I have heard that because I do, it… Continue reading Priorities.
She's different. You pushed her to be different. Her life is full of suppressing her differences so that she can fit in and look popular at school. She pulls it off well. At home, she walks into the door, and collapses - trying not to make it too obvious. Her sister doesn't collapse. At home… Continue reading Feral.
The world has a habit. It takes a bright, shining being and pressures it into a dark ball of matter with light dimmed all among its surface. It's so foreign as you cross into the darkness. Now your laughter is too loud. How do you turn down the volume of happiness that's too marvelous to… Continue reading Habit.
This life boils down to love. It's quite straightforward. As life is stripped of it's pretty colors, is there truly another reason? Love. Love in itself is beautiful - full of colors and light. Darkness is defeated by an everlasting safety. In love, forgiveness is found, and suffering, hurt, and pain is demolished. There are… Continue reading Love.
I will always hold your fragile hand. "I don't care what you say - I'm not letting go." (I love that you laughed at that the other day.)I've walked behind you through my life, and now we enjoy the "remember when"s as I kneel at your bedside. I'm so thankful, so grateful, and ever so… Continue reading 🎶 I don’t have the answers…