I Don’t Have a Boyfriend, and Apparently That’s My Fault

A male friend told me that I don't have a boyfriend because I don't want one. "What does that even mean?" I asked. He said "You want too much." It left me perplexed. How is that possible? How can I ever want "too much" when it comes to the peace and comfort of my own existence. … Continue reading I Don’t Have a Boyfriend, and Apparently That’s My Fault

Sometimes Goodbyes Are Invisible 

Silently I observe as the contradictions roll off of tongues.  Where once I felt reactionary, I now feel compassion for a soul so wandering; a spirit so unguided, it is robotic, methodical, unfeeling and closed in a coffin.Sometimes goodbyes are opaque.  There is no definition of solid pathing inside the cracks.  Time drifts us on. … Continue reading Sometimes Goodbyes Are Invisible