the city of lights — if you don’t watch out it might just swallow you whole but then again maybe it will anyways the city of lights — remember how lonely it felt? as people passsed you by but how beautiful to watch them speed through their lives how do I become one of them?Continue reading “journal fifty-nine.”
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journal fifty-six.
on days I feel like life is against me I try to remember she’s got a lot more shit to give so why waste time in the anger in the groveling and the pain we’ve got a long way to go from here
journal fifty-four.
I’ve learned so many things From not being with the person I first thought I would end up with It’s given me more life new dreams and so much sweeter love dear exes, thank you for breaking my heart so I could grow stronger in its place
journal fifty-one.
you are back hopefully to stay you knows it’s been a while that you’ve been away it was just a bit too much stress everything in your head was becoming a mess and damn to all the responsibilities you had when your only thought was how not to go mad so you took that hiatusContinue reading “journal fifty-one.”
journal forty-six.
I often grapple with that feeling of not being good enough Fighting the well-known fear that time has passed me by Despite not yet even having hit my first twenty-five years of life Like by thirteen, I should have been some prodigy By fifteen, graduated—from university Six degrees under my belt, offers littered at myContinue reading “journal forty-six.”
journal forty-five.
Every year, I write a letter to myself And every year, that letter saves me — it starts with me
journal forty-two.
two hours before sunset I’ve realized that’s my favorite time outside, at my new place maybe old to some, but new to me on my balcony, overlooking my city I’m swinging swinging swinging swinging more like softly rocking actually I’m softly rocking on the only thing I have out here— one sole hammock and theContinue reading “journal forty-two.”
journal thirty-nine.
In my dreams, I’m dancing Spinning around a large, empty room I’ve got moves, this girl Wouldn’t you like to see? Twirling and dipping Swinging and tipping Hands up high How long since you’ve last let loose? Emptied your thoughts Until all that’s left Is yourself? And this beat—a one two three four and aContinue reading “journal thirty-nine.”
journal thirty-five.
not another one think about how those will look when you are older if my body must carry these scars of my youth and will be marked by age why can I not choose what reminders I carry why can I not choose art – my body is a canvas and I will be theContinue reading “journal thirty-five.”