We were properly brought up to a lot of not to’s…not to run, splash or give unsolicited opinion, worse yet not to be authentic. year after year…it’s breaking to the spirit instead of joyously tolling on yet another day, another … Continue reading
A masquerade of a darken pit into hell, this roomA ruse, this tousled bedNot offered, respectNo longer on defense, my acceptanceWorthy of validation, my love, my grace to all circumstance I begetYour vision of me, who the fuck caresMental aerobics … Continue reading
As my fellow Hellenes gather around for the festivities, a great divide among family and friends reveals itself on tables all around the globe. The ones in favor of melomakarona and those in favor of kourambiedes. Two unshakeable faiths, each … Continue reading
Something worthwhile, courageRaw material for it, fear.Doing what feels right despite fear, a brave girl.The more fear we have, the braver we can becomeNow that you know…you’ll never run out of courage again.
…she didn’t.
I mean come on look at that face! Everyone adores Emerson; I suppose being the one and only cow on board makes him all the more special. It’s a fairly romantic setting and Emerson is the prince that all lasses … Continue reading
From the start and some ways into it, hazinesslaborious and lingering, veil of shameinstant yet never wholly gratifying, uninhibited encounterswhat’s meant to be seen, everything resolutely walled in the darkerrantly tiresome, a fabled fiendauthentic power in substance, burrowed too far … Continue reading
I tend to get a little giddy when I see new blooms unraveling into miraculous precision, kind of like newborns… you can’t help yourself from lighting up in their presence. Pure, vibrant beings with nothing but authentic sentience and just … Continue reading
On the surface it may have seemed like there may have been a lot to handle within myself, a previous je ne sae quoi of I am here and I don’t know why? Such a demeanor emanates bewilderment for all … Continue reading
It’s going to take beaucoup amounts of daydreaming, for we are not the ensuing thought. We are the field of awareness watching the thought arise and recede—a pendulum swinging raucously to the tune of anger or sweetly to a lullaby-like … Continue reading
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