The winter sun is so much different than the summer sunsure she shines all the samebut the heat is barely there.I wish I could adequately explain the way the feeling’s different too.The way she touches my skinand meets my eye, reminding me of all the winters passed.Shivering cold, replaying memories of warmer days.The summer sunContinue reading “love letter to the sun”
Category Archives: convos w myself
Discourse on Grief
I sit here today and I think of you. I think of you often, everyday even, but today it’s supposed to be different because today is your birthday and it both is different and isn’t different all the same. The missing you is still the same, the cruel way the brain can skip down memoryContinue reading “Discourse on Grief”
questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
Discourse on Duality
There exists in me so many versions, “duality” doesn’t seem to cover it. Yet, I guess anything can be broken down into binaries…I am many versions of myself. I am all sorts of confluencing parts & pieces, so often seemingly at odds, by their very nature. I worry I am both too smart and notContinue reading “Discourse on Duality”
what doesn’t kill you
Grief is a big feelingthat comfortably stretches out over timeexpanding & contractingunable to be contained She will consume you if you let herthe deep dark cavernous hallsshe’ll show you deep inside The fire burnsbut does she devour inwards or outwardswhat is life without suffering,the perfect partner to pleasure My tears they fall like rainand yetContinue reading “what doesn’t kill you”
reflections on being
I struggle to write the right thing,always concerned with if I sounddeep enough, consumable enoughlike, would I like this if I read it on instagram? Is it relatable enough? Trendy enough?Did I reference the right thing? Do I have the right problems?Or is it just obvious and contrived. Is this my inner critic?Or a glimpseContinue reading “reflections on being”
the monsters in us all
How easy it is for us to bemoan our own hardships, the hurts and betrayals that have been done onto us, what about the terror we enact on others? To live without fault is near impossible, if not entirely so. Each of us comes away from this life scathed and scathing. It is effortless toContinue reading “the monsters in us all”
conversations with myself
it’s kind of like a deep and painful apathy, like it’s not that I want to die I’m just so painfully aware of the pointlessness and desolate loneliness of life….and then I wake up to a new day and nothings as bad as it seemed under the cloud of night.
pretty words for wicked girls 