so many words it seems of late are simply for me and no one else.
so many words it seems of late are simply for me and no one else.
the reason you’re different from everyone else is because your potential is constantly in the process of being realized. there is an earnestness in your actions that takes me back to childhood; honeysuckle along a path of green and a strawberry patch that stretched the length of a summer sunset. And it cannot be denied that …
my smile, a long-lost friend who i hadn’t realized departed, slowly backed out the door years ago, almost imperceptively. she’s beginning to reemerge along with the rest of me. i see her reflected back at me in mirrors and photographs– recognizing the joy that flows from behind her– feeling safe enough to show herself. regaining …
standing in the kitchen, a wave washes over– a gentle reminder of the beauty and certainty surrounding me. for there is little more tangible than love– and time and actions speak worlds more than flowery words and unencumbered emotion. they speak to a carefulness in thought– a measured action for the purpose of reason– for there is little …
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. …
the edges of myself 