writer. traveller. life unraveller.
unlocking the door there's a secret inside, a well-known one despite all my attempts to uncover it the key sits in the lock hesitancy is a sweet, sacred moment urgency waits there's no rush in the one who wants to know the feeling of coming home to meet the one she's been looking her whole... Continue Reading →
After being alive four decades we expect to know something. We expect ourselves to be something definitive, easily identified by the world we live in and something that perhaps, has a nice label attached to it. I strived for this for a long time. Even when I thought I wasn't. Even when I renounced my... Continue Reading →
colleen thornton 