Word Enthusiast. Lover of Life.
Unapologetically Awkward Black Queen.
I write from my experiences.
Dear Jonathan, I never quite know how to start these messages. It seems silly to ask, "How's it going?" Those three words feel so tired in 2020. Exhausted from overuse and met with an often unappreciated response.
By Miss Daryl3 years ago in The Swamp
I wake to a familiar view - white ceiling with dandelion whiskers. I blow out a heavy exhale filled with the wish for a day of peace. The stale room's air slowly fills my lungs as I let out another exhale.
By Miss Daryl4 years ago in Longevity