Month: October 2018

Spanish Caravan

Are all runaways alone? And other questions I would ask the people of the Central American caravan in hopes of maybe getting a better understand myself as a chronically depressed and all-around isolated person.

Alone

There’s no one else in the house The phone rings And there’s no one on the line I feel empty My heart feels empty You can never get close. from Blogger http://briennaparsons.blogspot.com/2018/10/alone.html via IFTTT avoidant attachment, loneliness, loner, love, Poetry

Chest

I can feel my heart in my chest Can’t clutch it, knuckles broken But not for anger, striking in rage For sadness and fighting for love from Blogger http://briennaparsons.blogspot.com/2018/10/chest.html via IFTTT loss, love, poems, Poetry

Bloglovin’

There’s a lot of tools out there to be better connected and improve your life. I like promoting them, especially when I believe in them. Bloglovin’ is one of those tools. Bloglovin’ helps you, as a blogger, get inspired, find other bloggers like you, and explore the blogosphere. It’s easy

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