Greer Monroe
Bio
my mind is my home; weathered & worn. anxiety both friend & foe. towing the edge of exhaustion. insomnia first; chaotic calm, second. forever; paradoxically me ♥️
Stories (12/0)
if walls could talk
If walls could talk, the tales I would tell; of holding hearts, wearing joy, and carrying the burdens of too much to bear. I am a keeper of all; the good, the bad, & the sad. Follow along closely for this is a tangled tale of a love so absolute, no matter the changing hue.
By Greer Monroeabout a year ago in Fiction
unconditional
If walls could talk, the tales I would tell; of holding hearts, wearing joy, and carrying the burdens of too much to bear. I am a keeper of all; the good, the bad, & the sad. Follow along closely for this is a tangled tale of a love so absolute, no matter the changing hue.
By Greer Monroeabout a year ago in Fiction
“I’ve seen you naked before”
“you have the most beautiful eyes,” the doctor tells me as he tries to reassure my nerves while also redirecting his exam nurse; they had an uncomfortable understanding. It was my very first time crunching the paper sheets beneath my legs and wishing I could rewind to the age of 7; a time when life was basically gumdrops and lollipops.
By Greer Monroeabout a year ago in Confessions