There are a thousand things that you could become. But you are already something. Become more of that. And then some more. And more. Until that something is wholly, uniquely you. Any other thing you would need to choose Continue reading That Something You Are
I cannot be your hero. Your heroes must be people that pick themselves up quicker than they get knocked down. People that show no damage to strength or spirit after they get hit. People that shine a smile, and wave to the crowds Continue reading Your Hero
If this resonates with you, maybe we are the same tribe.
Writing doesn’t come easy. Not to me. And it’s always personal. A part of me will find its way into every piece I write. Continue reading Let It Fly
My heart’s not pretty. It’s bruised and scarred. I’ve walked with it on my sleeve far too long. And it’s brushed against the world hard and strong. Some have pinched it, some have punched it. Others have plucked bits for fun. My heart’s not pretty. Continue reading My Heart’s Not Pretty
You know what is painful?
When ideas of a particular somebody won’t stop ruling over you. When you are no longer with this somebody, or couldn’t be with them, and yet your awareness won’t stop from indulging every bit of itself in measuring everyone against every bit Continue reading That Pain
You know what drives me crazy? This thing we do when our hearts are cracked.
We cut ourselves up into smaller pieces and hand these out to more and more people. We think if someone messed up a piece or two, we would still Continue reading Fiery Souls
They ask me if I can love someone with a past. I tell them I can. Continue reading Present Perfect Love
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