May 4, 2017

04.05.2017 23:34

Between blue checkered sheets   “Aren’t you ashamed?” she laughed. “No,” I replied. But yes, there was a time when I wore Shame like a cloak.  A thin, impenetrable barrier that hid me from my Self. Shame was a layer of my skin. I did not know then that she was an intruder, an alien […]