Casey Renee LeVasseur
Bio
I follow the words wherever they may lead.
a survivor of loss and trauma and master in the art of starting over.
Stories (3)
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Sunrise
"You are a fire" he told me and I wasn't sure if it was a compliment or an insult. The day is born and we are vacant in our bodies. We are so thirsty for adventure that we are too tired to live. We are blinded by our inconsistencies. I wanted to find you here, beneath the sun and the moon as one awakens and another is off to sleep. I wanted to know you and understand your beauty with a clean pair of eyes. But the image is out of focus. And our bodies are too close to do this with a clear head.
By Casey Renee LeVasseur5 years ago in Humans
Pasta
There is love in the flavors. Passion in the garlic as it overtakes the senses. There is romance in the kitchen as we chop and toss and collide. The perfect mix of butter and oil and herbs. The perfect hint of heat and fire. We don't talk like we used to but we squeeze beside one another, sweating from the flames. We bark orders and we plate masterpieces. But we are not us.
By Casey Renee LeVasseur5 years ago in Humans
The Lost Years
I vividly remember the day my life stopped. It runs through my head often. Moment by moment. The accelerated heart rate. The heat and sweat washing over me. The phone calls. The questions. The waiting. So much waiting. I think about the cost of rewriting history. I think about all the variables that could have shifted that day, but despite my overactive imagination, I can’t seem to bring him back.
By Casey Renee LeVasseur5 years ago in Psyche
