Today I am strongly brewed coffee black licorice and maple syrup lambrsuco and clove cigarettes a strong flavor with backbone and distinction mahogany wine swirled in a fat bottomed glass
Feeling the new I sit Wondering what to call this Grounding my feet to Earth My sighs float up To blue sky Mingling with morning birdsong
this situation defies all we know there is no better than no best what is being a favorite but a stroke of the ego something to let go of letting go is still the hardest part
ever want to smash something perfect to see it break for the sake of excitement we dynamite the beautiful to feel foreign fingers and the chemicals in between we risk a destructive shortcut to something we all need adrenaline and the creativity it ignites
Today I wonder, does my past intimidate? I once felt as used goods then yesterday I realized I’ve lived, fully. I think of all my possible paths, the ways my life could’ve gone the house in Carrollwood the wedding at nineteen the husbands the five year old, the threes- children who could have been, would […]
let us feel let us surprise watch the moods rise and fall and rise again change is here has always been but now it is time and it is good
My heart is a loaded gun; a ticking bomb set to detonate. I’m too scared to move a muscle.