It’s just that everything moves so fast—and that I was 12 like YESTERDAY, squarely between traumas and completely unaware what I’d been bred for. My dreams were much more focused then…Yet here I am, succumbing to patterns, and being THIS person—whoever that is. It’s just that other humans kept letting her down. They kept proving … Continue reading It’s just that…
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Pretending
The “need to do’s” keep piling up—stacking endlessly. They stretch into the sky where my dreams live; where the vultures circle, dancing between flutters and glides. The world out there doesn’t seem to care that I still see faces in everything, staring back at me from the shady parts of a crushed faux velvet bathrobe, … Continue reading Pretending
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