There has been a lot of talk since last Wednesday. It wasnt the first time that it happened. Theres always one that leaves a bad taste in your mouth though- one more than the others. Sometimes running is the brave thing.

Sunday, December 09, 2012. The sky was smooth and gray against a sideways sea. I was sitting in the sand, still damp from the high tide. I held my knees pulled up to my chest, my cheek resting on top of them. I felt his arms fold around me - holding me, enclosing me. They created an invisible barrier between us and the rest of the world. He set his chin on my shoulder, turning his face against my neck. Is it as bad as all that, Angel? Where are we going? He held me tigh.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014. Tuesday, December 31, 2013. A renewed appreciation for getting lost in a good book. Listening to bad excuses from people in my life. Cutting ties with people who had a negative impact on me. I was hugely satisfied by. Once again I did not.

Sunday, May 31, 2015. There was something dark below her surface and it kept her from being soft. there is something dark below my surface, but it keeps my surface hard. Wednesday, May 13, 2015. Thoughts on a Tenth Birthday.