December 31st, 2019
I find that very poetic;
I took a walk, I love myself
I look forward to shame, moving hot and heavy through me
reflecting on the faces of other people.
I take a walk, I love myself
April 3rd, 2020
Like the change in seasons, from bare to blossom — I too embody brightness and shadow.
January 15th, 2022
I am a bit all over, I feel scattered across the globe. Can I find all my selves in enough time?
An inhale as vast as the ocean, an ever expanding exhale.
My brain doesn't feel like my own, scurries in confusion, nothing here is mine.
October 22nd, 2022
It’s time to journal now, on the page. Between me and God.
There’s no Joy, just me. There’s lungs, there’s Air, Trees, Sunlight, (God)
There’s death and confusion, but is there divine timing?
Is there agency? Is there really a choice?
There is no Beauty, only time. And it’ll tell you, sooner or later, how precious it is. And
how painful to hold a memory.
There’s Love, because there is God (Rivers) but are we capable to be In Love? Within Love? Inside Love? Caressing Love. To be held in Lovings arms?
Are we able to understand that? A flightless bird with a nest full of memory.
Did she have a choice? This flightless bird.
