If I disappear...
Poetry-Sweet Goodbye
Lost & Found-To My 20 Something Year Old Self
If I could meet up with my 20 something self, I would probably bring a bottle of wine. I don’t even drink wine, but this occasion may be the perfect time to start. Before I can come up with the words for that chat, I have to remember who I was back then. I was a lost girl, broken and beaten to the edge.
Authentic Truths 