They say funerals are the best places to hear the nicest things about people. Emma’s own wasn’t any different. She was loved by many, as I came to understand. Yet, none of these people were there the night she overdosed on her sleeping pills.Continue reading “Day 30: Another Letter”
The cure for hate is love (obviously!) But hear me out…Continue reading “Day 23: Cure for hate”
Run to the father!
Run for cover!
For Hell’s fury is unleashed,
Hot magma flowing like a river,
Destroying all life and all matter,
All we had doesn’t matter.Continue reading “Day 7: Run for cover”