holding on
by .me.
such a delicious morning
the sun is frying me already
and it’s all i can do
to not strip off and let it
hit my white bits.
Last day
2013.
a moments feeling of sadness
sadness for that which was lost this year
a love
a baby
an inspiring hero
an innocence
I once had
now growing up
day after day.
getting more me
less of false
more of real.
Lost in the past
i feel separate from my surroundings
a loner at my own party
the beautiful thing now,
is that I know.
knowledge is not power.
Acting on knowledge is power,
I love that my body aches for your touch,
a touch I am not expecting.
a touch now treasured
I see it locked away in a gorgeous hand-carved box,
tucked away on the top shelf in the back of the garage.
What I have to do though, is open it, absorb it,
let it shine savagely through my universe,
like the time they opened the Ark in Raiders of the Lost Ark,
blasting through all the cobwebs,
scorching through my soul, as the sun does this morning,
all powerful, all knowing
all love.
More than 3 little words.
All that I am,
has all the love that exists in me,
for all that you are.
See you in 2014.
thoughtsonthebus 
you kill me!
feeling disconnected from everyone, including yourself, is hell scary… but I think an essential part of healing.
Which is everything you’re doing right now, every single day.
Healing.
I love every little part of you; the parts you’ve been, the parts you’ve lost, the parts you’re finding beneath your footprints right now…
I’m excited for you. So damn excited.
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It’s true, there is a fear, a scariness about moving towards a new way of seeing and feeling the world. I guess, it’s the proverbial “blanky” that a child can’t let go of.
Love you too my gorgeous one xx
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