Tag Archives: self
Tired Heart
They call the sound heartbeat. I think I know just why: Battered by time, by age, choices, both bad and worse. It fights, clenches a fist against my ribs, railing against the walls of me, so worn, so tired from … Continue reading
Honesty
Popped into the Big Y on the way home from work — had to snag some Pillsbury Gluten Free pie crust to take to NY for the big day. Headphones in, wandered to dairy aisle. Listening to Fall Out Boy’s … Continue reading