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love you I do

I love you. Yes you, who turned yourself inside out searching for answers, only to find them reflecting back at you on the bathroom floor as you lay in skin and soap and sweat and tears, but you didn't know their ancient language; that long you'd held them inside. The one who keeps yourself awake… Continue reading love you I do

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you are beautiful, do you know?

Dear you,Do you know how beautiful you are?Do you realise the sun comes to greet you each day to light you up and warm your heart? Do you know the kind of strength it takes to greet her right back?Do you know I see you walking into each new day and laying down your heart,… Continue reading you are beautiful, do you know?

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lay it all down, love

lay it all down, love. lay it all down.lie here beside me and lay it all down,i know you don't want to let go just yet,so keep hold or let go or let it be,here,now.i feel how heavy it is,how painful, how tiresome.i see you as you fight to keep going,to keep up,to keep it… Continue reading lay it all down, love

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for when you don’t feel safe.

Dear you, I know you don't feel safe right now. I know it feels like the world is shifting beneath you, faster than the time it takes to find your feet. I know how uncertain  everything feels to you and how much pain you are carrying. I could tell you that it will get better… Continue reading for when you don’t feel safe.

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other days

Some days I can't find the words to tell you all the ways I am barely breathing. Some days I don't have words to explain the panic attack that forced me to remain indoors and to shut out the world for it was the only option I had to regain my breath and remember how… Continue reading other days

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the anxiety that holds

i'm wondering where this life starts and where it ends. is it somewhere between the inhale of a sharp breath and the wilting of a leaf, or drowning in exhales while the sun gives rise to a new day? it sometimes feels like the world will come to a crashing end if i don't solve… Continue reading the anxiety that holds

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through doors

i'm tiptoeing through closed doors, finding there's not enough space to walk back through. fighting in a war with myself that i can only lose if i do not let go, let be, let life pass through and in here. when did i get so scared of my own voice? the knowing that knew me… Continue reading through doors

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fingerprints

They asked me why I was here and I told them I didn't know. But I had some ideas. Like how a single word can take my breath away, while reminding me how to breathe again. Like how the miles that stand between us hold me closer than the one touching my hand. Like how… Continue reading fingerprints

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beautiful depth

I want you to know just how beautiful you are. I want you to know that, even on the darkest of days, You can light up any room, just by showing up And I'm so grateful you do. I'm grateful For every time you show up in the world, In whatever way you can on… Continue reading beautiful depth

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this collision

Gently now, dear one. Gently. Don’t you think we were always on our way here, here, to this place where grit and grace collide in equal space and time? We still have time, we have so much time. Don’t you think we were calling each other home somehow? A different home, but found through this… Continue reading this collision