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We are all made up of different lights

A friend recently said to me that 'we are all made up of different lights', he said this after me expressing how scared I was to open up...

Do you want to know the worst part of all of this? Its not how it effects me, I am simply breathing because I have to. Its the effect it...

First of all- I am so sorry for the very late post, I have been busy and working so I apologise, but I am back in my writing hermit shell...

Its hard to say what I remember, since I don't remember much, but overtime the event has peiced itself together, to a point where I now...

I fear growing old, I fear living while I am alive, I fear interaction and attachment, I fear people touching me, I fear a lot of social...

I stare at the scars that stripe my arm, and once upon a time they were kissed by you. Now when I stare at my arm, or catch a glimpse of...

I am numb, everything hurts but yet nothing hurts at all. Is that possible? Not only do I have a mind and soul to repair but now also a...

I am kind of stuck in a writing block, I ahae all these subject ideas and last night I wrote up a few, but nothing sounded right. Nothing...

I orignally had a narrative, this wasn't what I was going to write. What I had planned and documented would have disturbed the peace in...

When I was walking home the other day, it started to rain. And I was watching people run or hide under their umbrellas from the rain, a...