“Dear Sandy…” by Cortney Joseph

It’s when I’m all alone, on quiet nights with nothing more than the thoughts and memories of moments past of all the times I wished would last long past forever all faded and distant like the stars I count one by one with hopes of spotting your soul and smile dancing between them, glimmers of

For My Daddy.

I’ve never been the best at, or the most comfortable at expressing everything I feel. Not even when it’s obvious that my emotions are taking over and threatening to spill over into what always seems to be a wreck of a life. Never been the one that wanted to place the burden of my feelings