Musing
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Ballerina
I was a ballerina in a past life. Of course, I can’t be certain. But as I look in the mirror, lift my arms, tilt my neck— I know this place, this grace. And sometimes I wonder why. Continue reading
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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
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Alone
Sometimes, I feel alone. Even when I’m surrounded by people… I’m not really. I’m alone, drifting in a rose coloured world of wonder. I’m not sad about it— feeling alone, that is. It’s a beautiful place, this world I live in.… Continue reading