At 27, I’m finally learning… it’s never been about right or wrong.
Tag: late night
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There was just so much more …
A night of journaling.
Hearts bleed on to paper to echo memories. Like holograms they dance on the pages of my mind. Yet it seems a purposeful wind wists them away as ghosts again. I hope you’re doing well.
Little Elf on a shelf.
When whispers stay and sit on your ear. What does that mean? Are they different voices from every place you’ve been and from throughout time, or, if you listen very closely, is it the same voice? Unmoving. Is it your voice?
Lost & found musings.
Been sipping on dreams and walking on broken glass
Been building wooden houses in my head just to burn them
Jumping from planet to planet in my own solar system
I didn’t realize I was laying stones all across the river to get across when the option to swim was always there. For a moment I ask myself “swim to where though? Do we ever really know?” But then I sense it doesn’t matter does it? Not as long as I go. I must go.
When moving & stillness feel like one.
What happens when the stars pull in you so close, you end up dancing with them for infinity, in and out of black holes, until you realize lifetimes ago you left a whole world behind?
Question:
If you could pick just one favorite thing, what would it be?
