Today my morning started at 11:30am. This is a time I would wake up and start my day if I lived in my utopia. I was waken by a dust storm and a bit of rain. I usually hate mornings, but I love rain, so I stood outside in the backyard with our dogs for a little… Continue reading Wake Me Up When the Morning Ends.
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
From teeny bop posters to pictures in frames. The thing bout growing up is that nothing remains the same.
My first house was a yellow brick house with blue window shutters, a pink door, and a green roof. The rent was great because it was free, meals were included, and it was right in the backyard of my family's house. I used to host parties in it when my cousins came over, I used… Continue reading Dollhouse Days