• Bree commented on the post, breath 6 years, 11 months ago

    Falling.
    Gasping.
    Stuttering.
    Failing.
    Losing.
    Fighting a breathing battle.

  • Bree commented on the post, affairs 6 years, 11 months ago

    Affairs, why they happen, I’ll never understand. The longing for the forbidden fruit, perhaps? The butterflies you get in the pit of your stomach, knowing your breaking a vow? I’ll never understand it, really. […]

  • Bree commented on the post, begin 6 years, 12 months ago

    I want to begin my life with pursuing acting and play write. I went to school for psychology… and I hated it. Now, I want to start a-new. I want to begin my new school life, whenever I get the funds, with my […]

  • Bree commented on the post, claim 6 years, 12 months ago

    I know a lot of people to claim to love. But I don’t believe that everyone knows what love is. False claims and false hopes.

  • Bree commented on the post, together 7 years ago

    Together, we are one.
    Together, we are whole.
    Together, we are love.
    Together, we are, we are, we are.
    Together, we are one.

  • Bree commented on the post, blindness 7 years ago

    I am legally blind without my glasses or contacts. Sometimes, I feel like that’s a blessing. When I don’t want to see the horror in this world, I just close my eyes, or take my glasses off. Becoming blind to the […]

  • Bree commented on the post, asthma 7 years ago

    My little sister and Nana have asthma. I don’t but I feel like it would be like drowning on your own air, your lungs nearly collapsing, and you’re fighting to breathe. A losing battle. Death must seem so close.

  • Bree commented on the post, dysfunctional 7 years ago

    I come from a dysfunctional home. My sisters are estranged and my mother doesn’t really know who I am. My stepfather abused me, and sometimes I feel alone in this world.

  • Bree commented on the post, binding 7 years ago

    Words are binding. The linger on our hearts after people breathe out evil, vile words. They bind us in rope and we begin to think we’ll never escape. I’m still in my binding, waiting to be set free.

  • Bree commented on the post, stillness 7 years ago

    There is always a comfortable stillness in the air when winter comes knocking on my door. When the trees are hollow shells, and birds nest deep inside their worn out bodies. A stillness fills me to the brim with a […]

  • Bree commented on the post, whether 7 years ago

    Whether or not I am strong or weak.
    Whether or not I am angry or calm.
    I am me.
    I am solemn.
    I am me.
    I am me.
    I am me.

  • Bree commented on the post, sustain 7 years ago

    I feel like I need love to sustain life. I have always felt this uneasy feeling of emptiness without my father in my life. So I was striven to obtain anything to complete myself and sustain the love within me, […]

  • Bree commented on the post, miracle 7 years ago

    Sometimes I don’t know if I have really experienced a miracle, besides today. When I realized I finally am at a point in my life where I feel at home. At home in my own heart. I don’t think there’s a better […]