It’s okay to not be okay

Girl by the ocean

Someday, somewhere, it just happened. The sun escaped to the back side of Ghirardelli  square. Those men sang a song while moving the direction of another cable car. At the intersection of Stockton and Sutter, some girls spoke tirelessly about all the deals some brands offered. A lady in a black suit passed by when you were trying to capture the waterfall falling to the ocean. Nobody noticed all that your eyes noticed. Nobody noticed the veil of sadness beyond your thick mascara and your artful persona. Continue reading “It’s okay to not be okay”