Somewhere between saved and lost.
between love and be loved.
between understood and miscalculated.
It’s not all as methodical and logical; there is no formula.
So when I stand and take a chance, albeit I say that I never would, again.
I could only hope that eventually I will fall into someone, something, other than myself.
The Midnight Air 
Your writing is just so… breathtaking! I’ve tried to write myself to help me cope with my life’s issues but I lack the courage to bare myself to the world, hell, even to myself Tbh..writing/typing it all down just feels so raw and vulnerable i guess. I think your are truly inspiring, one day i’ll write and hope someone will enjoy my writings as I do yours! I feel a connection in your writing, I am so glad I stumbled upon it. Like an addict, I couldnt help but read about 8-9 of your posts after the first! From one strong woman to another, you can do all things
Hi Simplicity!
Ah, thank you so much for reading…but more so for encouraging. It’s people like you that give me that bravery to remain transparent. Best of luck with your writing, I didn’t get here over night and I sure as hell am nowhere near where I want to be. Seriously, thank you soooooo much for reaching out, it made my day! Best wishes!
XOXO