Tuesday

On Grieving

The minute you leave, you’ll remember them as they used to be...
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Times of stopping

I think I met you once in that sleepy-sleep state. You know the in-between place. That quiet place between here and gone, where the room sof...

  • Promises are Made to be Broken.
    Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
  • Finding it
    I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend.  I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
  • A something
     I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state.  I woke up today following a night of s...