In another life…

I hope you’re proud and I hope you’re resting easy… Today I wish I could have handed you these gifts but I had to lay them at your final resting place. You are missed, but I know you’re still with me, always.

Happy Birthday ❤️


INK Rescript #10

A steady stream of crimson water flowed over the rim of the bath. There she slept in death, deep cuts all the way up her arms, from wrist to elbows. Lengthways. Not a cry for help. A scream for goodbye.

INK Rescript #9

Beneath the veneer of adulthood, beneath the layers of experience we accrue as the years march stoically onwards, we are all still children, with scraped knees and snotty noses.

INK Rescript #8

Maybe it’s time to take a ride all the way back down good old memory lane. Except, this is not a sun-dappled stroll along a path of fond recollections. This particular route is dark, overgrown with tangled knots of lies and secrets, and full of hidden potholes.

INK Rescript #7

My life has been defined by the things I didn’t do. Things I didn’t say. I think it’s the same for a lot of people. What shapes us is not always our achievements but our omissions. Not lies; simply the truths we didn’t tell.


We all make mistakes. We all have good and bad in us. Just because someone does one terrible thing, should that overshadow all the good things they’ve done? Or are there some things so bad that no good act can redeem them?

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