even in the distance, seemingly in seas you are my anchor, tethered to the trees this dance is restorative, breathing into me nothing is forever, only earth beneath.
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I am watching the deer in the park. They halt everytime I move. So I stop moving… just type… Has civilization gone too far? I want to be better than I’ve been— better than I am. My therapist said to lay off the judgement, but it’s in my nature, like loving too hard. And alwaysContinue reading “comfortably lonesome evening”
It’s no wonder that a force as relentless, wonderful, and strong as falling in love is a mirror to my innermost complexities.
If there is anything love has made me, it is better through each and every instance. Platonic, familial, and romantic. Or, simply for the sake of recognizing it. Whether shared in communion, or in the comfort of a pet. In any medium, art and creation. Love has surely caused me to be better for it.Continue reading “Each and Every Instance”
“Time is one of the greatest teachers, if only we surrender to pay attention.”
Image: “ether” by Stephanie Valentin
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In retrospect, I was never quite satisfied with my existence. I always craved change—differences in the seemingly mundane. At times, I was unsure of said alterations’ natures and origins. I assumed transformation required an external catalyst. It wasn’t until recently that I realized progress begins within. There is infinite power which follows the understanding ofContinue reading “You Are Never Too Far From the Rise or Setting of the Sun”
garden when i am away from him, my claw-marked burdens suffocate me deeply with no remorse or pardon. when we meet again, he gently soothes them to silence and sings me lullabies within my garden. new stardust my routines have been shaken. i am willingly living unrehearsed. changing right before my open eyes, i writeContinue reading “new stardust”
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Sometimes, loves are short lived. A spark is ignited as quickly as it goes out. Other times, love burns so agonizingly slow, prolonging until the very last ash has blown away. The story will write itself until each party has absolutely nothing left to give. You go along your separate paths, but keep the memoriesContinue reading “Ending: March 3rd, 2020”
i recall age 8 nostalgia emerges in a way as i observe the unique flakes landing swimmingly into place i will always seek out whimsicality even if some parts unfold tragically alike to the frozen patterns, i dance magically and acknowledge sweet nothings in my reality