Things I know now: *You need to love yourself well. *You need to be ok with being alone for the rest of your life because you are AWESOME and fun! And you create a life of abundance and surround yourself correctly with the right people, places and things. *No one will complete you, but you.… Continue reading that holy trinity dancing in tune to the same music
Tag: love
Mabon
Last night the moon came down and kissed me awake. She whispered about you. She said she’s had you in her glow for quite some time. She told me to be patient. She mentioned I had to prove I was worthy for you in the same way I would be worthy to befriend an ocean… Continue reading Mabon
Jawbone
When loving you patiently I find myself gritting my teeth because I think I know best, when I don't know at how to love you yet at all. I know how I have loved in the past and how I have been loved, but to love you? You? Someone so new. I don't know. How… Continue reading Jawbone
Grief
When it comes to death I know two things. One: that I am much smaller than I think I am and Two: that I am much larger that I think I am too. To exist in smallness and largeness is a great gift. One that I take for granted every day. To be protected by… Continue reading Grief
Born homesick
Two animals pressed upon the opposite walls of a cage. There is no rest yet. There is only mistrust. What a way to start this. I snarl and so do you. You lash out at me and I slash back. We, neither of us, leave our sides of the invisible line. You grind your teeth… Continue reading Born homesick
Maybe
Let’s get a house with an attic and fill it with holiday decorations and pull it all down once a year and rejoice in what we have forgotten we have and smile knowing we haven’t lost what we love. Lets get a house with floors worth treading and dance all over them from front door… Continue reading Maybe
Growth
Before there was: “meandyou.” There was...me. And there was...you. And then we were “US” (which felt bigger than two) Though now I’m just me. And you are just you. It seems rather strange, (Now that we are through) That I care for me, More than I care for you. The “And” in the middle Was… Continue reading Growth
The West Village
Off the grid. Made of winding old pathways with cobblestone and brick buildings hugging close together, telling secrets. The flower boxes, bright red and hot pink, are saturated in the setting sun. Out of every corner bar, with a name gold-leafed on the dark windows; comes the aroma of wine, wood floors and whiskey. I… Continue reading The West Village
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