Living - girlwithoneearring

I still remember it clearly, that time in my life where I was driven by anger. I remember the fiery feeling of something sloshing

“If you don’t do it you might regret it” said the heart. “But you might get hurt” spoke the brain. “We think you should

Today I saw her again. That girl. She was standing in line at a boutique in front of me arguing with the storeperson about

Mismatched clothes on end of bed arrayed like a waiting lady’s maid both hands first. Sequestered in air conditioned time I lie building piles

I stood there in the aisle looking at the two lemons and wondering which I should pick. One clearly stated that it was organic,

Lately I’ve been having an internal debate with myself as to whether or not I should continue reading “On Beauty”. I’m really not enjoying

Anger