what might have been, isn't possible. what could have been, won't be. what should have been, can't be. what I wanted is no longer possible. the way it was will never be again. That might sound fatalistic and pessimistic to you. Maybe it is, but I'm okay with it. I am normally annoyingly optimistic, but… Continue reading ongoing grief.
Dance when you're broken open. Dance when you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free. Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her, like a wave that crests into foam at the very top, Begins. Maybe you don't hear that tambourine, or the… Continue reading dance.
the women of africa wear bright skirts and regally carry babies and water feet crusted with the red dry dirt of the land they live in the women of africa shyly smile with attractive gaps in between their pearly white front teeth their smiles always meet their eyes the women of africa sing for the… Continue reading the women of africa.
sometimes all i want is to listen i don't want to talk i want you to talk about what i don't care as long as it's not mundane i just don't want to be lonely with my thoughts some of that is healthy that lonely with my thoughts thing too much is not i need… Continue reading i am like the moon.
I don't want a life watered down. I don't want a lackluster existence. I don't want mediocre love. Give me whisky two fingers neat. Give me coffee black and strong. Give me sashimi and carpaccio. Give me a heart, broken and bursting. Give me eyes, dancing and sparkling. Give me smiles, full of teeth and… Continue reading life watered down.
Sometimes, the hurt is too deep... So you do the dishes, ignoring the cacophony of the past behind you. So you sweep the floor, trying to remember and forget at the same time. So you scour the tub, pretending that your eyes are dry and your heart is whole. Sometimes, the hurt is just too… Continue reading do pray.
Fall apart all over yourself. Come on apart at the seams. Let all the crap you don't need go. Pick up the worthy pieces. Put them back in your bag. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps. Put yourself back together, Humpty. Don't worry, God's got glue. He'll help. Just do your best to be the… Continue reading seams.