The morning air smells fresh...almost as if I woke up to a new Earth. As I look up at the still-innocent skies, my eyes follow down below to the level at which I stand- a severed leg in the distance, no sign of the frame it once accompanied.
You're whole life you're taught that there's nothing under your bed waiting to grab you, nothing in your closet waiting to jump out, nothing to be afraid of. But in these days I live now, there's ALWAYS something there. Life now is made of all our… Continue