A fistful of darkness, a pocketful of night, I am fumbling through my jacket hoping to pull out light. Take the empty, take the silence stained sorrow, hold it close enough to turn it into vows, into the promise that I will never be left here again. Tyler Knott Gregson I promise this to myself every time. Every … Continue reading I will never be left here again.
Recently I had the pleasure of hanging out with a semi-new friend. (She's known my fiancé for two decades but she lives out of state, so her and I never really got the chance to hang out). You know when you meet someone and the conversation just flows? No awkward silences, no chitchatting about the … Continue reading I thought I was on the right path – but I forgot one crucial thing.