So, here I am again. Knocking at the door if your heart hoping that you're home because as you can see, I'm not quite done with building my own. I've convinced myself that I am homeless without you. So I pushed my mind aside and with swallowed pride I bang on your door with a … Continue reading ||•Intrusion•||
Beauty is found even within the darkness. It is painted on us in the vivid colors of love, pain, confusion, and mistakes. Embedding itself Scarring Leaving tattoo like impressions on our skin. Oh how we've endured such pain in the process but love the finished product in the end.