Ever get tired of going along with people's games? Everyone has one. Almost every game is transparent.
I need thunder and lightening and steel enough to ride fast and hard enough to snap these chains in half
like the tiny birdling breaking through its own shell something inside my chest pecks with its sharp beak
birds flutter and flit
f only I could take back the things that men have taken from me things that filled me full to the brim
For Memorial Day I'm having a cookout with some good friends. Family friends. Sister warriors and our families. I can't ask for a better time than that ... and ...
Why do I feel sad today? Not super sad. It's just this minor chord playing itself under the notes of my day. I woke up in this tune, and it doesn't seem to want to stop playing. Maybe that's not the truth.
every part of my skin feels the constantly changing temperature colors shimmer under the sun in multitudinous neon shades of green
do not pluck the rose grown wild leave it on the vine
I've worked through everything in this CPT group which, by the way, I am just about to graduate from. I thought I was getting better. A couple of weeks ago I was triggered