Before and After

I was dying and you asked me what are you doing here? I really can't articulate how much this hurts. Dying was never this painful. Dying wasn't hard. It's the living I have to do now that feels unbearable.


Wyoming Winter

I'm just so cold. Somewhere, even now, there is sunlight, but here, there is only ice and snow and darkness. A blanket of white as far as I can see, and biting, howling wind slapping at my face. What have I done? The ground is frozen solid, and I let myself fall backward into powdery … Continue reading Wyoming Winter