Authenticity

  • These Tears

    Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading

  • Proof of Glum

    I’m hovering over the heater. If my pants were made of plastic, in fact, they’d have melted to my legs by now. That’s beside the point, I suppose. The point is…actually, there is no point. I’m just feeling a little… Continue reading

  • Serious

    Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading

  • For Love

    People call them boundaries. I just call them walls. To keep the love in. Or out. I could use a boundary or two. But what would I be if it wasn’t for love? What would I be if it wasn’t… Continue reading

  • Beneath It All

    Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading

  • Human Unplugged

    It’s never an even road. Life. To lose yourself in great chunks of confusion. To take to the floor, to scrape at the earth for answers. I am love, this I know. I am peace, this I know. But I… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 17. Surrender

    Darling are the lonely ones. The sad ones. The tired ones. The human ones. Darling is the moment of sweet surrender, when the cave of hard fought bravery crashes into the sea of what actually is. Continue reading

  • Shifting Seas

    Follow my blog with Bloglovin My beautiful bloggy friends, I’m moving things around a little bit in my world, as most of you are already painfully aware. I am both sorry that you’ve all been the recipients of such upheaval,… Continue reading

  • The Cupboard Of Me

    In the cupboard of me you will find a heart that is love, a mind that is scattered, a wind that is soft and warm, a day that will never end. In the cupboard of me you will find ingredients… Continue reading

  • Tortured

    Because I am human the softness inside me only grows with every flight of my breaking heart. And I smile, and pretend that you are not the scribbled words etched into the deepest parts of my soul, but you are.… Continue reading