Looking at the floor, I see my feet walking forward. Watching my steps I enjoy the beat of music filling my ears. It's dark. As the cold night air wraps itself around me, I look up. A full, golden moon is straight ahead, casting its light. Showtime. The outline of the grey clouds become a… Continue reading Lift up your eyes
Every scar tells a story. Something happened to create it. When we think about scars, we may think about physical ones. Cuts from self-harm. Stitches from surgery. Marks that happened to us accidentally. Some we cannot recall ourselves. 'How did that happen?' we wonder, but we can't remember the details. Other scars leave a lasting… Continue reading The scars matter
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