Emotions
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Sad People
Sunshine looks pretty on spiderwebs, and sorrow looks pretty on sad people. Sad people spend their whole life painting sunlight on their webs to fool the others into keeping them. But painting a ray of sun in the sky is… Continue reading
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dark night
I used to write about happy things. Beauty. Joy. I used to turn bad things into good things, until I realised I wasn’t doing myself any favours. You can’t change a bad situation if you keep dressing it in glamorous… Continue reading
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Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice
It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading
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Death. And Life.
The balloons lifted into the sky, and as they floated higher and higher: I met my humanity. We were in the final year of high school, and we’d just lost a friend to a sudden and unexpected brain aneurysm. The… Continue reading
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Heavy
I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading
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Sadness in The Corner
There is sadness in the corner. A beautiful sadness that calls to me, many a day, and I can’t help but follow. I can’t help but wonder why. When life is ever so dear, and joy is found sweetly in… Continue reading
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Lonely
But I am the wind. And my soul is alone as it blows through the jars of neat and tidy life. Oh, the aching. For, home floats free; I will never be bound. Can you not see? I will never… Continue reading
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Happy One
There is a tear in my soul. They want me to smile, all the time, they want me to be fine, this world. But I am not (though I am.) There is a weeping tear. A wound unhealed and breaking… Continue reading