She wrote with her soul disguised as her ego. Her truths rolled out cloaked in rubber, bouncing pleasantly off people’s judgements. Had she’d been brave enough, her soul might have said ‘I’m crying’.
Instead of smiling.
But she wasn’t brave.
Yet.
by Tiare Snow – Author. Human. Realist
She wrote with her soul disguised as her ego. Her truths rolled out cloaked in rubber, bouncing pleasantly off people’s judgements. Had she’d been brave enough, her soul might have said ‘I’m crying’.
Instead of smiling.
But she wasn’t brave.
Yet.