I spent the night before last writing something beautiful and terribly sad.
It came out so easily, so honestly, unexpectedly that it must've been something really needed said quite bad.
I should've left this sad said enough alone, let the words live brief on a page I had turned.
But I didn't. And today I made it longer and i made it worse.
Without thinking of what haunts me, I made it a song, even worse more.
And here I am, mask off, slow motion crying, driving home from the grocery store.
I tried to listen to Angst, I played it over and over and over hoping it would take, but the three syllables of the word 'leave-a-ble' took it's beat, took it's rhythm, took it's place.
"Hello there nice to meet you.
Mallory Kate is a blogger, artist, single mom and funny girl outta Nevada.
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