Letter to the past

I have never really... looked back on my journey here. My late teens... my early twenties. I have never really... noticed anything but the struggle, the struggle to be real. The struggle to be seen or heard, or felt... or that I was ever... enough. But the snippets of conversation that remains, the little girl … Continue reading Letter to the past



(Photo by Olivia Notter) I'm swimming in a sea filled with stardust and starlight. The stars glitter on my skin, and I'm not afraid to be naked beneath the gaze of the universe. I'm tired but the water says to me, gently, you're okay, I have you.  I'm running on a winding path, the wind sweeps … Continue reading #3