my notes and reflections on life and lived experience
my head hurts from crying I am so sick of trying so hard. I feel like everything just washes down the drain, slips out from my fingers
By Molly H.12 months ago in Poets
Is that what I really wanted is this all I've really got sometimes I still feel haunted by everything I am not. Sometimes it feels like that
nostalgia echoes through empty streets, a town where someone’s life resides
By Molly H.3 years ago in Poets
the way time marches foward, does not stop for me never looking back
there a time capsule is buried in the backyard next to worms and dirt
Blue shadows cast by Pines grow gently into the Night upon cold snow
To make peace with the change, it was never really a choice but a necessity of survival. Still the stubborn pain remains
By Molly H.4 years ago in Poets
