A Deathless Death

I am sitting in bed alone. I am agitated. Words have been spilling out of my mind and spilling all over everything inside my head all day. A long, hot shower usually quiets them. Not today. I had no heart for a long shower. Still, by the time I come out of there, I had…

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“my heart woke me crying last night how can i help i begged my heart said write the book” Rupi Kaur Lately, my urge to write has returned with the force of a waterfall. A waterfall of words rushing over each other in my brain. Rushing to arrange themselves. Demanding to be written. Demanding to…