what if instead of armoring up you allowed yourself to soften?
what if instead of armoring up you allowed yourself to soften?
always i tumble into the tumult– only to find my way through.
this perfectly arcing circle roots stretching down infinitely long through layers inpenatrable by all but our love its perfectly arcing circle carving through time and space existing within and without beyond any parameters previously set your perfectly arcing circle exponentially expanding encapsulating continents– entire planets engulfed in a love unencumbered my perfectly …
the magical ebb and flow of me and you a crushing ease– the mysterious pain of realization– an unintended understanding of the bigness of our oneness. a union which neither of us could have possibly anticipated– the journey of two separate pieces, complete and continuously forming and un-forming to become more. moving together, …
why not just not cry? detaching from the process allows unfolding…
I’ve closed my heart before locked it tightly– buried the key beneath layers of shoulds and coulds and woulds I’ve watched myself walk away treading carefully, moving backwards longing for an explanation some semblance of the truth I’ve understood the sting of rejection– internalized its pointy edges, embracing their lessons along with the …
I’ve been moving through a lot of late. The thing I notice about myself most notably is just how quickly I seem to be processing things these days. What took me 12+ years just a couple of years ago is now taking weeks, days, or sometimes just hours. Some people might find it hard to …
my beloved friend, without whom navigating the darkness and light might prove impossible. We’ve travelled together, lifetime upon lifetime in different configurations but always held by love to bring ourselves to this place of perfection each of us perched upon our precipice and dancing– filled with a joy that fear cannot begin to touch. …
i cannot compete with a ghost her hold upon your heart– gut wrenchingly precise. keeping you folded– a neatly stacked pile of protection, save those tiny glimpses of trust. Nor can i measure against a sweet babe, her newness and discovery perfectly prescribed for your carefully crafted vision of lonely. My arms cannot extend past …
We are helping to heal each other you and i traversing this stretch of time, an unwieldy highway, hand in hand. Watching the layers peel away feeling lighter with each small forward step increasingly aware of the young boy peering out from underneath the years of practiced pain– contained because you knew no other way. …
the edges of myself 