there are moments when it hits me, the magnitude: who you are to me…
there are moments when it hits me, the magnitude: who you are to me…
you are allowing me to reengage with all aspects of myself.
i love you because you help me remember who i have always been
loving you feels like a bright song eagerly sung by the sweetest, truest songbird high up in the branches of a tree which is begging to be climbed on a temperate summer day with the sun streaming through the leaves coloring everything with a lens of flawless, wholesome green.
impossible to be near you and not allow the truth to exist…
totally overwhelmed by the magnitude of my feelings– having created clear and careful boundaries– FINALLY. though i feel the weight of them pressing down upon my heart. walking through the motions– one foot in front of the other– a handshake and smile– the playful game of humanity– when no face is yours and none can compare. …
I’m sorting through a lot of late. (When am I not?) But by far the most potent thing seems to be acknowledging and letting go of the stories I tell myself. (And I tell myself a lot of stories.) Many of them are based in truth, or partial truth– and have some vague notion of …
acknowledging what i can and cannot do is defining my edge.
i want everything all at once because until you no one said no.
allowing myself to be vulnerable is teaching me wholeness.
the edges of myself 