DEAR DIARY ~ September 8th

Wow! That was gross! Can’t even remember the last time I body-wet when I was small. Totally confused, I drew the rag in front of me closer to mop my salted-water. “Are you alright?” I was so lost in thought that I didn’t know someone was in front of me. . . My heart made…

DEAR DIARY ~ September 1st.

It was the first day in the first month of the ’ember months’, waking up in this manner was never unusual for me. . . It was always a day of cool breeze, rain or unstable weather and whenever this wasn’t the case, we feel the sun so strongly. I could feel the breeze so…