I look at myself and see so much change. It's not those eyes looking back anymore. It's not those flaws screaming at me. It's my experience. It's age that's coming on and changing in tiny unseen ways to others. I notice. I explore. I'm not criticizing or judging. I'm observing this face, this body. It's an awe inspiring experience for myself as I've put extreme amounts of negative energy into my reflection, my skin, my pores. I'm simply existing now - way cool. Some days I re
Loneliness is my trigger.
That craving for more,
to be by your side.
Because if I'm not,
then who is?
Jealousy - creation of stories over & over...
The fear of abandonment.
Silence in solitude is the greatest gift,
and yet there's layers upon layers of sadness
left to be burned.
The cold and darkness has arrived,
my greatest obstacle delivered,
a hurdle to gracefully overcome.
How, and why and where and