The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds have overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but... Continue Reading →
Hell of a Maze – My Plan Not My Purpose (part 5)
my body is so weak, fragile and broken that I did not have the strength to go through the door
My Plan Not My Purpose (4)…2 min. read
Just as I was about to settle into my new freedom another thorn stabbed me deeply. I awoke abruptly from my spell.
My Plan Not My Purpose (3)…2 min. read
As I walked each day to clear my head and shed the tears of regret, I begin to devise a way to say "I messed up. I am sorry. I am lost to my next step."