I wish I spoke the way I dream- All thunder and violet, Frayed at the edges, But stitched with something real.

"Roses are red, violets are blue. I wish I was pretty, and I know you do too."

It’s figuring out who you are when the world keeps changing the rules. She learned early that being “nice” doesn’t always mean being heard. That some ...Read more

I stood a mile above the ground, but forgot—what rises fast must come crashing down. The wind applauded like a crowd of ghosts, as I danced with dream...Read more

“They told me I’d understand when I'm older, I'm older now, and I still don't.”