Open Arms

If you’d have told me two years ago as I was staring at my open arms, open from where I’d cut them, as I was bleeding to death, that two years later I’d be happy, I’d tell you you were a fucking idiot. But you’d be right. They told me later that if it weren’t for the ice cold water that I jumped into after … Continue reading Open Arms


Stop. Look. Breathe for a second and realize you’re living. Listen to the birds sing. Feel the ice cube slide down your back as your brother runs away laughing. Smell the freshly cut grass as you tumble end over end; ground then sky then ground again. Feel the thump of your heart in your wrist and run in place to speed it up. Wonder a … Continue reading BE