Saturday, May 18, 2024

A lot of people talk about fight or flight. And I guess flight was never an option, for me. I got way too much fight in me. There probably were a few times that I should’ve chosen flight, but I stayed in the fight. That’s not regret, I know what I am made of. 

at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches. 

  • Compromise
    It's a funny thing. Somehow I keep thinking I'll come out of this unscathed. Truth is none of us do. There's is always some d...
  • it was only a kiss...
    That first kiss between two people that eventually become lovers.  Think about it.  Insert your memories - reminisce to the most amazing ki...
  • Indifferent
    All has been quiet. Real quiet. Too quiet. I'm too indifferent right now to have an opinion. And it's probably better that I lea...