Generational curses can be destructive and difficult to live with. Sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to ignore it.

"His dad looked a lot older all of a sudden, as if a decade's worth of sadness and dysfunction had finally caught up to him. He looked down at his hands, then out at the road, refusing to meet Cole's fury-filled eyes as tears brimmed in his own. "If you hate me so damn much, then why are you so much like me, Boy?" "Guess that's just the curse of blood."" -A short story about a troubled family, loosely based on my own, and what-ifs.

"I forgive you, i swear i do" A poem dedicated to someone who always runs to tragedy when things are too calm. They thrive in storms, but tend to drag everyone around them into the chaos too.

"Telling me secrets and they're nothing but lies, There’s nothing kind in the way I hate seeing you cry," -A poem about a difficult relationship with my mother, who I love dearly even when it hurts to do so. Her favorite flowers are sunflowers.

"Oh how brave, to care for the clouds, Dark, rolling storms inflicted on the horizon" -A poem about mental health, and the lack of care most people demonstrate towards it.

From someone who very nearly loved you, a letter to an almost lover from years ago. I don't think of her as much as I used to, but she's still in the back of my mind.