Being A Drama Queen Was My Safe Zone, But I’m Quitting. Will You Join Me?
By Rhonda Cochrane
The Enemy.
Excuses, reasons, rationale for motives, there are none. No matter what is said after the fact.
For money, for drugs, for a skin’s color, for a preference, for getting ahead, for things, for lack of attention --
Don’t pretend one of those can justify. They are not the enemy.
Freedom, Through The Eyes Of A Junkie.
We rode around downtown. There were hundreds of people on the lawns smoking, drinking, throwing cans and cups of beer at passing bicyclists, screaming from the top of their toxic lungs. Bands played in the back and front yards of people homes, people were starting fights for amusement, paying ...
The Wandering Tree. {fiction}
Once, a tree unlike any other grew in the forest. As he grew, his roots dug deeper into the rich soil, his branches reached higher and higher into the sky, and his trunk grew thick and heavy. But as he looked around him at his neighbors of decades — even centuries — he felt unsatisfied. ...
Love Stole My Ability To Breathe, And The Road Seduced Me.
{Photo via Pinterest} Whereas most people spend their lives searching for love, I’ve spent far more time running in the opposite direction. When the light of dawn comes to rest upon lovers’ tangled bodies, I mastered the way to unravel myself, to steal back my limbs and allow my bare ...
