I’m… moved by moving.
When home is made of surprises, and everything familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.
Category Writing
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Breaking and building a life I’m making.
To be the artist, and not just the art.
When hurt happens…
here's what i want you to do, and what you might want to avoid.
It’s me, hi, I’m the problem… and the solution.
I finally understand what fighting for love is, and then I get a whole new sense of myself.
Stories in my sleep — crosses and fires.
Two dreams and two stories. One of births and one of death.
Are you here or somewhere dreaming about the future?
Day 8 and it's about being present. I end up in a forest. ':)
I am ranting, apparently for something good.
It's late, I am tired, and words are coming out of me for those reasons. Or so I thought.
It had to end with lessons.