is love still love even when it hurts?
but you don’t want it. What a waste, my dear, I say it to the still-beating heart. Hungry, am I not? I am. But hunger… Read More »I lay my heart on a silver platter and present it to you
A short rumination on the space for growth and the lack of it due to events outside of our control, as well as frivolous small pains that hurt nevertheless.