rearview mirror.

i'm tired of looking at myself in the rearview mirror of the car wondering waiting watching for a sign i did something right and if nothing else, i just want to prove to myself there is something i am good for besides breaking crashing wrecking the lives around me.  



summer came and went took our innocence with the soft breeze adolescence; she caught up with us finally, after all these years from hiding from her   we traded in our dolls for mixtapes and books our lightheartedness, disappeared when we fell in love someone else and forgot to love ourselves. our contented souls now… Continue reading summer.