Raw
I don’t feel so raw anymore.
I don’t feel so raw.
I don’t feel so.
I don’t feel.
I don’t.
I.
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I don’t feel so raw anymore.
I don’t feel so raw.
I don’t feel so.
I don’t feel.
I don’t.
I.
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Some days I’m so weary with the constant struggles. Fight for a seat, run to be on time, fight to inch forward, fight for your rights. Fight for time, fight for space, fight for your reason to be. Fight to be yourself. There are times I’m so tired, so bone-weary,…
Β Β Don’t mistake curiosity for concern or dominance for protectiveness.
Some of us need to learn how to be loved. How to receive warmth & not fear burns. How to forget that trembling alone, arms wrapped around ourselves, is not the same thing as being held. How to feel without flinching. How to change a body rhythm that only beats…
It has been a hard year. This is a sort of birthday-take-stock post that’s about a month late but it has been the kind of year that merits that. I’ve struggled in a slow, undramatic fashion (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12). Some of…
I wake up remembering that it is the last day of the year – and with rueful reluctance – a birthday. For a chilling moment, comes my horoscope for the day, Someone you used to have strong feelings for comes back into your life today, either in the real world…
I love you is real hard to say. And so is You hurt me. But the hardest by far, is I forgive you. because it actually says both of the above. If love be the knife you willingly hold to yourself to feed the life-blood to your beloved, then their…