I ran out of time today to do everything that I wanted to do. I need to remember that it doesn’t make me a failure, but that my life is full.
Tonight I’m listening to acoustic Sleeping with Sirens and Grizfolk. I want to lose myself in the lyrics like I did yesterday at Warped Tour, closing my eyes and feeling the music of each band, letting it grab hold of my soul and claim a part of me, even for just a second.
I discovered a band called Onward Etc. If there’s one thing you’ll take away from this blog post, it’s to listen to them and find your own poem in their lyrics.
Good night loves.
–Leanne Rebecca
She's in Prison 
Thank you for the like. This is a very beautiful piece. I mean that from the heart. I know the line all too well…
“She couldn’t see it and she couldn’t see it.”
Quite honestly that poem struck a chord quite too close for comfort for the moment but alas still real and beautiful. Thank you.
Please if you may read the first portion of Mask and the finale I write tomorrow. Just hate to think of the story being viewed unfinished. So many illustrations I could draw as to why it would be bothersome. At least to me.
Thank you. It always means so much to know someone else connects. And you are quite welcome.
this is beautiful….
Thank you
You Are beautiful and so is your creative writing
Oh wow thank you!
Beautiful.
Thank you!
Your writing is always breathtaking and so effective… well done, once again xx
Thank you so much!
Very nice use of the repetition “and he couldn’t see it” really drove home the point.
Thank you!
This is truly beautiful; I love “never regret the size of her own heart”. I think some people will not understand the depth that you feel; I’m trying to learn that is OK as well.
Thank you! I agree. Emotional capacity is a learned skill. It requires opening yourself up and intense vulnerability. It takes a lot of courage to go to that place.