Baby Steps (and Kicks)

It’s not fair. I shouldn’t have to be feeling this now. I don’t want to feel this. Days come and go. Morning, noon, and night are a swirl of color, creating a colorless puddle, creating black. Yet, through the murky mess, tiny sparkles glisten. Glimmers of life, glimmers unwanted. Quietly sitting in the car onContinue reading “Baby Steps (and Kicks)”