“ tonight I am reflecting on the death of the past me. the old me I let die and crumble into burnt ash.
tonight I am reflecting on the me of today. the one that shines a little bit more bright, with a shadow licking the fire beneath her feet. darkness looms, lurking, waiting, and watching.
the demons haunt her in her sleep.
tonight I will try to win the war between two wars; two hearts, two halves of me that make a whole. “
— R.J.L
8.16.25















