The tears of my enemies taste a lot like mine. Still they lie cold on the rims of my eyes Getting stuck in my lashes. I can forgive myself, but it’s going to take time. Advertisements Continue reading I am my own worst
I think I am standing on the precipice looking down. It’s dark down there. I step forward preparing for the weight of my body to sink me to the blackness below. Instead I hear the soft thud of my next step forward. I’m not at a precipice. I’ve just begun to walk now. I’m nowhere near the top. I am at my first plateau. I … Continue reading A Step.