I'm trying to be better. I really am. I will post more often. I promise. Pinky swear.

I've been so busy. Trying to revise my show, trying to write, trying to dream, trying to make a difference with my activism. Trying to keep my skills up. That last piece was a free write. Just sad, thinking about the women I've loved and how we've hurt each other.

Why don't dreams last? Why don't they last, even for the tiniest little while?