Emma Cathra

Flame: Through the blackness you shine, my boy.





Some things are better left unsaid, for the truth of them is too hurtful.

Some places are better left blank, for the truth they may contain is too shameful to bear.

Some words are better left unwritten, for the truth that is in them is too painful. 

Some words are better left unspoken, for the truth is better left covered by lies. 

Some words are better left inside, for the truth of them is too dark for most to bear.

Some emotions are better left inside, for the truth in them is too much to bear. 





Permittez moi? May I?





Works in progress:

A hiatus from writing over the course of the summer