Paper Heart

I slice my hands on your paper heart with every fold as I try to return you to who you once were. This lesson is one I should know cannot be mended with creases. Like the cuts on my fingertips masked with a bandage, a hidden tear still leaves a scar.

Saving Time

When we feel as if we're running out, we try to buy time. When we have a bit extra to spare, we spend it. When we want to show someone how much they mean to us, we spend it on them; when we can, we spend it together.

New Year, Old Story

Today is the fourth day of a new year. Not a new life, career, relationship, house...just a new year. I know in my heart and mind that just because it's a new year doesn't mean everything will magically change. Even now, in a bipolar low with zero manic motivation and a depressing outlook enhanced by the ever-present physical pain, there are a lot of things I'd like to do in 2017.