sometimes it is not pretty

i have finally started to fall into grace. this warm feeling of comfort within me is turning my heart into a space shuttle. it is headed for the moon. then it will crash and i will be home.

i have had the best weekend. and monday. simply. amazing. friday i got to debut my best pillow case dress. of course it ended with a blood stain from a reopened wound. (that is only proof).
























it is okay though. it ended with conversation, sunrise and a new hope for a lonely heart.