I write because I have carried grief,betrayal and heartbreak alone. And I know the impending weight of feeling alone. I carry these things most days and writing is the only thing that has kept me sane.
This is as hard as climbing a steep, crooked lane with a stone pressing into your heel inside your boot. Yet all I am doing is pressing keys and laying down letters. Letters that carry everything I feel. And maybe that is the problem. I feel too much. Sometimes I
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