Finding your way back to the truth can be a tumultuous journey. It often feels like you’re searching for something that can never be found, never really plant its roots and evade you at every opportunity.
Author Miss Parisia B. Something about me misses the desolate isolation of that city, the way it demanded absolutely nothing of me. Even the sun shone like it didn’t belong, forever cowered behind an iron community of clouds. Between those city lines, right off Bland and Jefferson, I found an existential bliss in my torment.Continue reading “Lessons from Virginia & Richard”
Author Miss Parisia B. I remember thinking so much about the cold, how winter began us, and brought our end. I remember thinking about how strong I was choosing to stand outside all alone. It became clear that the overwhelming sense of ennui that existed even in the joy of summer was you. That allContinue reading “Dear Winter Love”