A day in the life of an asphalt cowgirl

What does one do when it feels as if their world is falling to pieces.  When they can’t go a day without breaking down.  What should one do when they no longer see the value of their own life.  When their life seems so meaningless.  But the lives of others so meaningful.  What does one do when they live through other people.  They live to see the smile upon another’s face.  They live to see others succeed.  While they, themselves, are drowning.  But no one will ever see this side of them, but, how could they?  This person is the best at hiding their true selves.  No one will truly know them.  They are elusive creatures of the night.  They hide and camouflage themselves.  They don’t want others to see them in their true forms.  They view themselves as broken little monsters.  As outcasts of society.  They think that no one could possibly comprehend what they have been through.  An...

I need some more whiskey than a coke. A strong hand and a gentle touch. A little tummy and a lot less attitude. Maybe a beard, Connected to lips that would connect perfectly to mine. Hardworking like my daddy. Old worn boots that step on the gas of a jacked up Ford. Rolling down a dirt road in the middle of a memory listening to some Hank.

Hey Y'all! This is my first attempt at a blog. I love to write short stories and poetry. I try to draw from my own personal life for these pieces. That's the majority of what I intend to post on here. I would love to share pieces of me with y'all. I am also an amateur photographer and from time to time will post photos that are special to me or have meaning. This blog is not meant to have any hidden agendas other than to share my works and hope people connect.So, if you don't mind, go ahead and click subscribe. I hope y'all enjoy! Thanks!