murmured
musings
ebonie is a no body. And that’s fine. It’s the way she likes it. No bodies get to slip through the cracks unnoticed and dissappear completely. No fame, no glory. Just whispers in the wind to prove she was ever here.
Grab a cup of whatever and flip through the pages of my mind, heart, and soul. This is an archive of my internal dialouge and final resting place for my recorded history as told by me. I’m using this blog as the last part of my major therapy and healing journey. I know that my healing work will never be completed, but it’s time for the next arc.
murmured musings 