mosacreates

She was pretty. Her dark eyes were always piercing into my soul. She looked at me as if she knew what I was thinking. Everyday, her eyes looked so deep within my soul, that I would fear for my thoughts.  She drew and I wrote, and everyday, we exchanged pieces of art as a symbol of each other's love. In a way, I always knew that my heart was more open. I opened up more, cried more than she did. I sang to her way more than my heart wanted me to.  And in return, I got silence and those piercing stares. Every, I got held by a woman who seemed to not know how to love. An older woman whose one and only job in our relationship was to love, seemed to struggle with that. To her, nothing mattered more than the crushed weed she always held, and the "hipster music" that she listened to. That's what she called it. I guess I can say that her drawings and paintings came a little close, though. Her love was conditional. But mine knew no borders. I loved her then, and I...

This is my new haven. A safe space. Refuge, if you will.  I gather words and put them together like puzzle pieces. Sometimes, I feel like I've achieved a lot by doing just that. Other times, I feel like I can't even articulate myself well enough for anyone to read and fully comprehend what I mean. But one thing remains. Words give me life and words make me whole.  I will be walking a new journey. Sharing my pieces of writing not only with my friends, but the whole world. I'll be letting you walk with me. Come learn my truth.  I am passionate about many things. Making sure that people relate to my reality is one of them. I hope that through my writing, you get to see that we're all human and that some of your experiences, were my own. That in some cases, healing happened for me. Understand that, that means healing can happen for you too. Walk this path with me. Let my words hold you and keep you warm, safe... secure. Let them bring you healing and laughter...