Therapy III

I start to think that there is some magical chemical in the air of Jen’s office. More than half of the things I said on her couch were buried so deep in my mind that I didn’t even know they were there. “I want a dark hole to go hide in.” I found myself lashing…Read more »

Inner Peace

We were born with inner peace. I used to be fascinated by the forever changing clouds and would lay on the grass staring at the sky for hours. With the help of a silky bed sheet as cape and a chopstick as wond, I can be any powerful fairy imaginable. I used to be happy…Read more »