
Love, work, perfection, feeling alive and looking forward.
I write myself stunned. And keep track of what I'm moving.

I write myself stunned. And keep track of what I'm moving.

memory-making and softness and love.

My mind is still somewhere my body isn't.


Which has me realising and reevaluating and... singing?


Coming back and my body is so not used to it.

Day 17 of "Forty Days On Being A Seven" and it's about the high and the low.


I've been here, and I've gotten off that boat. Here's what I've learned (it is both simple and irritating).