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Our Gift
When I was a girl ( Read more... ) -
The Meaning of Meaning
The porch swing at midnight is my monastery. The soul and spirit reunite, and retreat into the sky's color of Peace. To be out in the countryside is to dissolve into sanctuary, with nothing to disturb or lead you astray from your internal voice that becomes so clouded, muffled from the noise of the city that you hardly hear or recognize it at all. ( Read more... ) -
Moving
In the past two days we have packed up your room and said our goodbyes with a quick video recapping the lives that have started in this little room and balcony over the course of 6 months. It seems like ages ago since I first stepped cautiously in with you, curiously peeking around and making note of the Cuban flag, the books on the shelf, the ( Read more... ) -
Unfold
look at you ( Read more... ) -
L'amoureuse de l'arbre
I had my first mini breakdown in front of you. Nothing too dramatic, nothing too tragic--just a case of the blues blowing in on an unexpected midnight breeze--Tthe Eeyore cloud of any anxious, self-doubting, paranoid girl quaking in her ribcage weaving the worst of thought-bubble webs, watching them come alive with tiny, creeping, waking, walking ( Read more... ) -
It's been a long time coming, but I know a change is gonna come
Haven't felt this way in a long while. There are certain states of being that get pushed behind the radar, that you almost forget about. Not because you want to, but because they have recessed out of the daily experiences. This one is being happy on the verge of a new horizon ( Read more... ) -
door closes, window opens
Every now and then I find myself face-to-face with those undeniable truths. In a world of constant change where it is our choice to embrace it and take it on as it is, I couldn't choose to stand still when I was confronted with a closed door, for I felt a breeze brush my cheek--a window had just opened, and all I needed to do was turn to it ( Read more... ) -
Christmas Past
I don't know if I was trying to reach out to you or run away from you last night in my dreams. I don't know what triggered it. Maybe it's Christmas time, when time and time again across the years it has either proved to bring us together or tear us apart with too many dramatic scenarios to count the shades.
It was the feeling of not being able to ( Read more... ) -
Loving Without Loving
She laid out on the bed, rivaling any blushing Venus, yet guarding her virtues like any fierce Artemis ( Read more... ) -
only in the rain
There's something about the sound of the rain, especially at night, that always gets to me. Knowing that everything is becoming drenched with water carried from oceans,--recycled and renewed, transformed into beads and droplets to quench the thirst of all things that have forgotten the feel of coolness--makes me feel at peace. It's a force that re- ( Read more... )