Fluent Freedom

sacrificing self-acceptance for petty public attention consistently lying to yourself                          by the guilt weighe...

She sat, darkness dousing the sound of her own pounding guilt. The devouring sound came from a wound within -- a wounded womb. She swam fr...

I recently told a friend  I'd never like a song with that word in it ever again But I quickly accepted defeat Kept nodding my he...

She was my first kiss, I’ll never forget We were playing house out in the woods with the other kids She was “Mom,” I was “Dad” ...

Author's note: I recently moved to a new town. A lot of thoughts have been going through my head since I've gotten here. Here a few...

He sat there, spinning around in a swivel chair, frustrated by it all. His laptop was on the smooth oak counter in front of him. ...

If you think about it, sharing music with someone else really means a lot. Whether we're willingly able to admit it or not, we...