Some people love the sound of broken hearts. Mine is quiet. It fractures slowly, over time, without a noise. If you didn’t know better you’d say it didn’t break at all, just slowly disintegrated into nonexistence. My heart is a desolate break. It prefers the wilted lonesome; there, you can’t hear a thing.
Who I am
My name is Angela. I have a Bachelor of Arts in English from California State University, Chico. I chose this as my major, not for money or a career, but for the love of language. I find that writing is not something I choose to do, rather, it is something I find myself compelled to do.