The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

by Beth Brower

Despite that, I liked this Jane Stone more and more, for her answers were never boring, even when they revealed absolutely nothing.

Sitting beside her, I gazed longingly out over the lawn. My heart constricted then expanded in an absurd manner. Irrational, perhaps, to feel such conviction that they are mine and I theirs.

But one can love many places and still miss home.

There is nothing like our home, our bathroom, our bed, the comfort of our daily routine.

Best write it all out, I suppose—exorcise the demons.

Maybe journaling is one thing Pierce needs to start doing to get his demons out. lol

There are some abuses that feel tangled, sticky, every dim feeling invading the peace of one’s heart. Cruelty played out over years, and a feeling of desolation and ash in its wake. Human brutality carries its own sting.