Trauma is a wound.. An injury to the mind, soul, body and heart, Distributed memories scattered apart.

Indescribable pain in my heart and in my mind My mind so over occupied sometimes forget to breathe When the darkness descends I create dista

It was during one of our drives that we stopped at a local antique shop. We share a love for rummaging around antique shops, finding all kin

When hope is gone what is left? Broken images from the past,