It’s such a confusing feeling on the days that I think about her— and want to look for her, but I don’t. I should be proud of myself, but sometimes I’m overwhelmed by the emptiness of the echo. Tonight I thought about her but reminded myself that looking for her doesn’t serve me. And if…
I read something of my mother’s recently and it stirred my spirit. Something along the lines that when you have been alone for an extended period of time, it takes such great pressure for you to allow someone in your space. Not in a closed off way. We are not caged any longer. We are…
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…
What I remember most, is that she was an endless golden hour. alive, (in love) always fleeting.
I’m changing my life. What I’ve learned from the process other than it being very difficult, is that it is very slow, incredibly personal and full of heartache. I’m think I’m doing it for the right reasons this time. I think, I’m following the correct steps. I’ll check back in with more updates and progress.…
there’s a constant humdrum of life that spills in and out and all around. i like eavesdropping on elderly women gossiping about their family and teenagers giggling at their cellphones with each other. i like hearing the baristas talk about their lives, and the wedding (i am very excited about this wedding for these two…
something about layers being too thin and when we see them, it just means that we the living have thinner layers. I wonder if that means that if you see them, you are closer to dying that those who cannot? marjorie understands that sometimes i need to be alone for awhile but that i love…
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