Love
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Always Meant To Be
And we will play by the night shine of the sea until we tumble into the knot of us that was always meant to be. Continue reading
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For The Love Of Self
I love how deep this heart of mine goes. I love that if I love you, you know just how much and why. I love that my feelings shine into the midnight sky. Some might call this: overly sentimental. I… Continue reading
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Heart
Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest gifts imaginable. Living with a heart like mine is one of the greatest curses imaginable. Being a highly empathic, highly sensitive person can be such a mixed bag. On… Continue reading
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Let Them Come
To the weary traveler of life: No wonder you are tired. You have been running for so long away from the dreams that chase you. Let them come. Let them fall into you and let the river have them do… Continue reading
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Roar
I love you. But I love myself more. And if my quiet rises above my roar once again, I shall find it where it always has been. Waiting among the willows of my soul. Continue reading
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The Right Way
He said, she said, they said that I was too different to be loved as I am. And I believed them. These are the scars we paint upon each other’s hearts when we declare that without a doubt… our way… Continue reading
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The Key
Never let go of the key once it finds you. The key will whisper the wind into you. It will connect you to the invisible strands of life that make music you and that make you music. The key will… Continue reading
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When Life Hits The Fan: Eat Chocolate
I may or may not be sitting here on my couch, eating chocolate. And when I say I may or may not be…what I actually mean to say is: I am. I will warn you right now: this is one… Continue reading
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Return Of The Soft Girl
The Soft Girl returned for a few moments, yesterday. My soul. My essence. My flow. She found me in the car as I drove home from a busy day of moving from one house to another. She wasn’t with me… Continue reading
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Peace In The Sky
Sun looked at Moon and smiled. ‘Look, Moon, here is your story,’ Sun said, as he held up a shine much like his own bright golden rays. Moon frowned, and drifted into the space where Sun held the golden droplet.… Continue reading