If your propose would have been irrelevant you would have  yearned for slumber, but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story  of how gold is being made.

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Being me, I don’t know what that means Stretching myself into the unknown Until it hurts to be seen. Resting my fears in your consciousness While finding you means loosing me. I wonder- if the space in my heart for what is right grows..

my take on how fear can shut us off from our own femininity in the context of what is currently going on in our world.

Sometimes I forget how much I love to write, how it feels to spill out everything your heart is holding back. If somebody is caring or asking for it or not, writing is not about conversation or acceptance, it is about speaking your…

I wonder if love stories can outgrow themselves. That they missed so may right timings and failed all needs at the wrong moment. I am wondering if you could have been what I saw you being in other parts of yourself…

You really know your codependency peaking when you can’t hold your boundaries and yourself up around people who have their best intentions at mind with you.  Avoiding closeness and creating some sort of physical distance is…

And today is not a Moment existing beside my reality, it is the blood that is running through my veins, rising to the surface when in pain, rushing to unburden, heal my shame and remind me: In feeling there is gain.

It is incredibly hard to imagine ever feeling wonder and joy again in the most authentic parts of yourself when you are in the midst of a storm that is testing your foundations. How easily we can give up on life is something that shows….

And grace doesn’t only find you on blood drenched knees when you are begging for help to lift you up from the pits hell, it opens your eyes to see that in your most rebellious and hurting moments it was chasing you with love, it was…

I guess they say it is writing that helps you to remember what you don’t want to want, makes you feel what you don’t want to deny, and respect what was yours, to begin with. This is a letter to the one that numbed and burned the most...

I am a fashion lover but I do not let trends grow on me very easily. I always feel the need to wear clothing that compliments me instead of me complimenting clothing that sits on me like society’s glove. Recently my friend who…

This is going to be a short one. As some of you know I am very much so into muted colors. I feel like they compliment my skin tone a lot more than bright colors do. I always thought that you only have the option of being either neutral…

 Almost midnight, mid week, mid quarter, mid year. Crowded house playing in the background and my fingers are hesitant to type. So many times I lost you, tried to keep you close, played those songs…

It took me a while to admit that I wasn’t listening to you, that I pushed you aside and was mad at you for every attempt of speaking up
. I cut you off more times than I can count 
and denied you when you needed my loyalty the most…

I am sitting here sobbing in my bed at 11 am in the morning because I could feel the hurt of my porous boundaries, too much pleasing and rejection for expressing where I start. My boundaries have been broken far too often …