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Control is such a compounded state. I envy those who have a grip on their emotions, on their actions. On them. I would never think myself reckless. In fact, I am a quiet study of calculated movement. However. Isn’t their always a however with me? I struggle endlessly with what I think. I torment myself…

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I’m pushing myself harder than ever with my training. I find myself laughing through the burn. I am learning to allow myself to feel it all. Everything. I lost someone along time ago that I never thought I would lose. It’s easier to just go on and not tap into what the loss feels like,…

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imagine yourself belly up and shivering this is the thing you hate the most— vulnerability light shifting and reshifting and razoring the skin this is the thing you need the most– weak, trembling thank god for this earth, this dirt, this grounding of palm and grass because you are spinning and spinning and remember when…

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What I remember most, is that she was an endless golden hour. alive, (in love) always fleeting.

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Love is not messy–

I use to think that, but I don’t feel it’s accurate any longer. Love (fistful of forevers, shoved inside your mouth, open up open up more more more love) is simple and flawed and everything it should be but it’s not so messy. Relationships are messy, expectations are messy, the aftermath of unfulfilled promises are…

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