of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
teetering
lost and found
a dreamers lament on being forced to earth
the balance
a reflection on a self-care routine
where my wild heart lies
and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I... Continue Reading →
-dear diary
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary... fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it is your innermost thoughts, makes you lose trust. not only in those around you but even in yourself- how can you trust the words not... Continue Reading →
immersion
a second lament of conformity
a dreamers lament
of non-conformity
it is from ourselves we run
a travelers lament
i was taught to never make eye contact
- of everyday escapism
-the precipice
of escapism
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