The connection ceased at the split of the cord, and faux saccharine exchanged in place of true words. As I look up to you, you look down on me. Two females existing, but not coexisting. One of a certain age seeking perfection, the other her flawed spawn of pink. The idling of respect and affirmation, […]
It's easy to forget what REALLY makes our lives full when we're bathing in the mundane day to day, so I decided to make a list of what matters to me now, as a means of keeping me grounded in the present.