What I just wrote bothers me deeply. I need to stay sane for the next however many years, and make it till the end, finish, and then I can give up. No rest, no leisure, just finish the job and then I can rest.
But I still want to scream.
I've been waiting for him my whole life. I've needed him since I entered junior high. I've never met him.
Sometimes I walk into the shadows and wonder how I came to be at home in them. I was born a daughter of the Light; of the open blue skies and the…
Sometimes I just feel the need to write, even when there is nothing to write on. I love stories; I love the feel of the words in my mind, creating…