Gratitude
Return
I have died again. The other deaths blur at the edges, faint and ghostlike, but I feel them inside me. Like a limb that has slept too long, prickling back to life. A forgotten ache waking up. Already, this one too begins to dissolve, slipping through my grasp like water through fingers. I never remember them for long.
By Alyssa Cherise6 months ago in Poets
Effortless Connections and Self-Discovery
It's only now that I realize the people who are genuinely good to me aren't the ones I have to work hard to get to know. Instead, they're the ones I feel comfortable and natural with right away, allowing me to connect with them effortlessly.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing6 months ago in Poets
