Maybe it’s time I delete you from my text messages; Maybe it’s time I scrub you from my skin, the kisses you would have planted down my neck. I can close my eyes and see you in your black tank top, the sun warming our backs, a dozen freckles sprinkled on your shoulder. Continue reading “Brooklyn Bridge”
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Central Park
And then, you remember: under every leaf and tree, beneath every bit of skin within every life on Earth there is what we call Love. April 23, 2016
Stories
They flow out our mouths fill up our memories fill ourselves And yet our selves are not what stories should inhabit. Our identity is not what has happened to us, what is happening, what will happen– it is, simply, what is. Your identity is not your life story; it is your life. The fact thatContinue reading “Stories”
Flow
A simple life a solo life is not a life off-course, . We must teach our sails to turn to a new wind . I want to learn what it is like to be accepted by my own skin, . I want to feel what it is like to pull the oars and steer .Continue reading “Flow”
Reaching Joy 