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I choose
Just one step deeper. One step further into the stars, and I am there. It is rare that I allow myself to come home, knowing the depths and where they can take me. Knowing that real life can never be… Continue reading
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There She Was
Boom. Like a strike of light through the sky, there she was. After so long, staring into the empty space ahead, wishing to go back to the safety of her silence. It hurt to speak. Too deep, she ran, her… Continue reading
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Flowers
They feel like my Nan, these flowers. Mauve in colour, roses in almost full bloom. I think she must be here in essence, when I feel such moments. The way people sense the world is vastly different isn’t it? Most… Continue reading
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Keep Stepping
How dear you are to this world, you must never forget. How days cannot be as they should be without you. Keep stepping. Continue reading
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Drawing
Every spare moment I have is spent drawing. It is an obsession. An itch that will not go away, no matter how vigorously I scratch it. It is all a great mystery, this creative road I travel. Art has been… Continue reading
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My Heart
My heart has been closed, and so I have been away from this place. I’ve been well aware of my differences in the world, well aware of the sorrow within the walls of lace and sun that I call ‘me’.… Continue reading
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What is Sorrow
For, what is sorrow but a moment of joy left unattended. Continue reading
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Together
Of humanity, there is one truth that will always be true. We are together in our aloneness. Continue reading
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Open
I am here, darling heart. And I allow you to open to the natural unfolding of life. Continue reading
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Deep Ones
I choose this kind love. These stars in the trees beyond the river’s glowing fog. This heaven that slips through the layers of my humanity. Life is precious to the whispering deep ones. Continue reading
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