i watched her cry. i watched familiar lips tremble with fear as though they might over hear, every insecurity inflicted, birthed by her unspoken truth. it hit me then. she was afraid. just as much as i was. so i let go. even at 52 we’re still just children learning, hurting, and hopefully healing.
imma a sinner for this glow up. this shimmer that only seems to bounce off the contours of her body as she molds to my side. her shade of bliss; heavenly. hellos, melt snowed in mornings, as we break bread over cafe. i think we’ve gotten used to this.
Sometimes I just want to say screw it, we can just start over and over and over, right? Then I realize, starting over + consistency + authentic commitment to practice = growth. So I boil that water, sit back with some tea, and get ready to get uncomfortably real.
think until you drop. then do until your body says rest. hold steady with the support of family & peers. remain resilient through the discomfort of change.
I am Grateful to the friends who don’t take offense, because we can call each other out with love and compassion when we aren’t feeling our best and show up in those ways. I’m grateful to the ease in which we can say no, because we appreciate the love and kindness that rests in beingContinue reading Day 15: For Them.
I had to do it. I had to let you die So I could keep living. I had to let you die, Had to let you go without holding back. Kinda like how you didn’t hold back And killed everything we were, Everything that could’ve been When you came inside her. – cheers to theContinue reading Day 14: Let It Die.
Met her along the way. She asked me, “Do you want me like I want you?” Screw what their selling. I want what you’re giving. Ok | Hooked