Black Depression = Her perfection

It physically hurt and I thought I would be ill but I texted her back with 4 words... I had let my need to be perfect get the best of me and now My shoulders were covered with tears of others and yet I'm not bold enough to allow one ounce of liquid moisten the... Continue Reading →

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Black Depression = Her Magic

Each bad day feels like the worst day of my life! It's not the illness sometimes it's the secret. My head was pounding that night, I had spent so much of my day crying and being in a funk, for no good reason. I finally muster-up enough strength to polo (video chat) my 2 "spirit-sisters"... Continue Reading →

Déjà vu Amour

Whims WHims WHIMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was Spring the air was clear I was young... REALLY YOUNG and I will never forget the second  I fell. Crash boom kablam. I have been in a coma every since. Co-ma [koh-muh] a state of prolonged unconsciousness, including a lack of   response to stimuli, from which it is impossible to... Continue Reading →

Chasing Dreams Catching Reality

Whims up! Get it? Get IT?? GET IT??? NO????????????????? Ok I accidentally exposed my inner corny, (cue trumpets, raise right hand) I solemnly swear from this day forward to never reveal the Queen that is Corny who currently dwells in my soul. As a silicifying token I will begin this nightmare of a greeting again! *Just... Continue Reading →

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