Out of the Wasteland
Once upon a time, life was normal. I was a regular young woman with regular ambitions. Read more
Once upon a time, life was normal. I was a regular young woman with regular ambitions. Read more
From Jurgen Nation (Anastacia):
It’s…
The first time I ran away from home I was 36 years old. This is what happened…
i could omit this from this space completely.
it wouldn’t be a lie; it would simply be a silent piece of emptiness
that you wouldn’t even notice wasn’t here.
but i’m coloring it in anyway. Read more
She had long black hair with blond streaks I once spent three hours trying to coax out of her nearly impossible mane as we sang cheesy 80s music on an abnormally hot spring day.
She had dark brown, almost black eyes; they smiled and shone warmly on her good days, yet hid the pain and suffering she felt everyday. Read more
“i dreamt of you last night. i had taken your photograph. we were laughing and swimming in the sea. i woke in the dark and wanted to tell you. i reached out to touch you. my arm cut through the empty air around me. my knuckles knocked hard against the wall. you weren’t there and you never will be. i am always alone.” Read more