It was always small things. They were the ones that made all the difference,
she was laughing. It was an authentic, deeply rooted laugh that carried with it a cocktail of emotions.
“This shouldn’t feel like this. This, of all things, should be beautiful.
Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about.
It was a conversation that had led her to the fastest decision that was also the hardest decision she would ever have to make.
Everything is on the line when the truth is all that is left because the grey area is where most of life exists.
she carefully placed the crown on her head, it was who she really was, her strength and the battles she would win
It was an experience that she doted on because it defined her, her world-her reality. Unfortunately, the world constantly reminded her of the toxic truth that was the actual reality.