I’m Still In The Picture, Just Out Of Frame…

Some nights I dream I’m still in the picture… And no matter how their perspective has been shaped to make them question what should have always been certain… Love leaves a light on, even when the door stays closed, trusting that one day they’ll step into their own light and see with eyes unclouded. …and… Continue reading I’m Still In The Picture, Just Out Of Frame…

The Rewrite Begins With Me

She was not born whole—she was carved by absence, shaped by survival, stitched together with prayers that no one ever answered. So when she met him—a man with shadows that matched her own—it felt like fate, like the universe had finally sent her a mirror with arms. They didn’t build a castle. They built a… Continue reading The Rewrite Begins With Me