Humanity

  • Bread-loaf

    I see, now, that my truth will never be yours. And your truth will never be mine, because we are two seperate grains in the bread-loaf of life. But we are the same in some ways. We are both the… Continue reading

  • Fly Free

    Fly free, sweet bird, from the spiral mind that cages and twirls you. You are beautiful always. How funny that you sometimes forget. Continue reading

  • Free

    Have you ever stood in an angry ocean and fought to keep your balance? Have you ever been out walking in a gale and desperately tried to continue walking in a straight line? Have you ever mowed the lawn and… 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

  • She Just Is

    Beautiful little flower. Her petals close upon the darkening sky and she sleeps, opening again to the morning sun. Searing heat tortures her softness. Storms tear at her fragile frame. Yet she keeps waking, opening. Closing, sleeping. She does not… Continue reading

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • Sleep

    It’s 4:11am. The waves of a broken life roll through me like an unwelcome surprise upon a drying shore. I think about hot chocolate and the sound of the ocean, because they soothe me. Thank goodness for hot chocolate and… Continue reading

  • Shine Again

    Beautiful bloggy friends. I just wanted you to know that if you are feeling pain, of any kind, I am with you. And although it may seem impossible to believe…the pain will melt, and we will mould it into the… Continue reading

  • Sweet Song

    Such a sweet song rests in the bones of us. Flowing and free, like the breeze that floated me to you and you to me. Warmed by the sun of yesterday’s most blissful day, I am lost within a memory,… Continue reading