where my wild heart lies

and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I…

-dear diary

all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary… fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it is your innermost thoughts, makes you lose trust. not only in those around you but even in yourself- how can you trust the words not…