11 min
Woven Wreckage~Shrapnel of the Heart Textales
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Looking over old diaries, I came across this piece. In the wake of the first “real” breakup, I found myself without ground: sleeping on my parents couch, desiccated like some tired bulb. Weaving became the treatment for this wound, and continues to be the balm for my soul.
Looking over old diaries, I came across this piece. In the wake of the first “real” breakup, I found myself without ground: sleeping on my parents couch, desiccated like some tired bulb. Weaving became the treatment for this wound, and continues to be the balm for my soul.
11 min