Froid: Running Free And Wild With Flowers In My Hair.
I will run for hope -- against emotional trauma, eating disorders, domestic violence, and for education. I will run for love.
Browsing Tag:
relationships
How To Love A Sagittarius.
We are intense in everything that we do, this includes brooding. We will scare you and you will not understand where we’ve disappeared to, what deep chasm within ourselves we’ve slipped into to find solitude and room to expand; where we find the silence to think. Love us there, in that dark ...
I Am Sweat And Stardust, And I Am Too Much For You.
I am splayed out in front of you. I am all bare, blinking flesh and beat red limbs and matching moles on my inner thighs and you cant help but already hate the next man who gets to fall asleep here, with me. You can’t help but want to see the insides of his skull.
I Do Not Miss You, But There’s Something I Miss.
Sure I can save myself and heal the wounds, but there will always be a gap. There will always be space for someone to come in and replace. And that’s what I miss. Someone to keep that space warm and to remind me that I am not alone. I miss the fullness and the capacity that there is someone in ...
Surfing The Strong Current Of Life: If In Doubt, Don’t Go Out.
I think that to take that final step -- to surf the currents with confidence -- I need a true keeper of my heart. Someone who will hold it with an equal combination of gentleness and strength while I drift, float, and wander. I think that is what is missing.
What To Do When You Meet The Other Love Of Your Life.
Recently my husband re-connected with one of the loves of his life. He sat on the phone with her after years of forced silence, laughed, told her about his life. He glowed with a type of glow that I know only this woman can unleash. I never felt more happy for him. This is what a sacred love ...
Why My Husband’s Affair Was The Best Thing To Happen To Me.
I would spend all my time trying to convince myself that I hadn’t fallen out of love with my husband; that it was just a rough patch that all marriages go through. I would lie in bed every night telling myself that in 13 years, when my daughter would turn 18, I could finally leave and be happy.
Coyote. {poetry}
tried to walk it off
... tried to shake you off
the memories won't change
but people do
and when they do, they just seem
so strange
I Know What I’m Looking For… And I Will Know When It’s You.
I cannot dream up the way your body will mold into mine or the way your voice will fill every empty piece of me. My imagination can’t go far enough to know what home will smell like, but I know I’ll find it buried in your embrace.
The Spaces In Between.
Watch out for the jagged bits. Old injury. No, I don’t want to talk about it.