Gem

The therapist who treated my depression when I was a kid once blasted into my nostrils how high on myself I was, and then confessed, afterward, how he was just trying to steal a lie out of me in order to shake the little gem I was loose, since my contentment with where I was… Continue reading Gem

Gem

I have no idea what’s inside me, if I’m holding something in or if something is holding onto me and I’m not even sure I can tell you what either way feels like, since each way feels like everything and nothing all at once, like there are just too many facets to a gem to… Continue reading Gem