Humanity

  • Darling Day 25. Bliss

    This bliss, this quiet breath that holds me as I spin into the fabric of all things. This heart, this hand that reaches for the sun and pulls in close the shining pieces of a brand new darling day. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 24. Home

    This darling place to call my home, these darling friends to call my own. It’s a soft feeling that fills me, a feeling that’s not left me since my first word fell upon the breeze of us. Darling comes close… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 23. Misfits

    In the garden of secrets they lay, arm in arm; this darling band of misfits, this chain of soul dwelling children, who know only gasps of freedom beside the shallow breaths of humanity’s ball and chain. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 22. Eternity

    Darling is how I feel eternity, soft in its gentle, drifting wind. Their unspoken words ask me how I know them so well— how I can feel the softness of them— and I don’t know what to tell them, but… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 19. Darling of my Soul

    Darling of my soul. Darling of my soul. 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

  • Darling Day 15. Golden Fields

    This heart whispers to the fragile night of the soul. The darling buds, once closed, now reach with delicate fingers to the soft of a brand new sun. Light the way, dear sun. Release the petals still stuck in place.… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 13. The Wind of Everything

    Every darling day, I wait to breathe. Just one breath. A chance to be, to dream, to love. And when that gust of life becomes me I am grateful. To the darling wind of everything… I am grateful. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 12. Darling Days

    The echo of two hearts drifting down the hall, and all the darling days we skipped arm in arm, like children; no more. All the beauty of our yesterday, I remember you. Fondly, I remember the darling days, and I… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 9: Truth

    Darling diamond, fire within; the birth of home in a burning house of ‘good’ and ‘bad’. Aching truth becomes the darling ever and always. Passionate truth becomes the choice never to hold another’s heart with selfish hands. Continue reading