It’s cool how when we find lulls in our conversations, neither of us feel the need to try to fill the spaces; To rush to be the first to say…something… We never have those awkward moments where hasty words crash into each other. We don’t stumble over silence, instead simply sinking comfortably into it… It’s …
Each drop of water is precious, Each has been here before. Every drop of water is timeless, they are souls that return again and again not to the worlds they know, but to the worlds they are, that are within them. Always here, whether as rain, dew, lake, ocean, sea – Whether they fall from the heavens …
I think I’m ready now to face down my shadows; The ones that burrow deep and that I attempt to run and hide from even in my sleep. I’m not afraid of what they’ll reveal, not even fearful of what they’ll make me feel. I don’t worry about how they’ve marred my soul – I determined long …
I think I like most of the things about myself that I say out loud I don’t – I self-deprecate to deflect the attention that part of me actually secretly desires but that I also hope happens organically; I haven’t figured out how to do that so instead I just push it all away. And …
We’re all just travelers on life’s lonely roads crossing paths with each other occasionally, colliding at the edge of nowhere frequently. Not often is it that we share our burdens with one another even when our paths converge. 060521
Watching my heart shatter over and over watching the remaining shreds wave forgotten in the wind; Dying millions of deaths every passing moment wondering what normal life ever felt like… I’ve never experienced it, torn apart, I’ve become dust, ashes; scattered across realms and planes untraveled. No longer solid, never again whole… Like an edifice …
…because that’s not who you are… But it’s who I can be if you just let me and acknowledge, as I do, that I’m still growing, always growing – and I won’t stop until I’ve transcended even myself. 052921
The winds and breezes are Earth’s deep breaths and gusty sighs her meditation stirs the air and trees, lifts my consciousness cools my skin, eases my senses; and then I’m breathing too. 200521
Time is always standing still; It’s we who move so abruptly through life that we fail to notice how much time we take for granted all while we’re trying our hardest to manipulate it to our own means. 200521
Come here to me get closer than you already are; There’s something about you that intrigues, fascinates, draws me in – And I always wonder if maybe I happen to be in way over my head… But if I am, then I never want to come up for air. 200521
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