Summer ends in a couple weeks. I’ve been absorbing as much as I can. Each time I find myself not being present, i breathe and ground myself again by talking to myself in my head and saying how lucky I am to be in this moment with whoever i am with, even if that’s with myself. It’s a small shift I’ve made when I’m starting to spiral into thoughts of…

It’s been one month since we’ve talked. It’s been one month of so much inner turmoil in my heart. It’s been one month of waking up and…

Writing is so painful. I’ve always said this. I will always say this. Because it pulls deep into my heart. It’s worse when I speak my words outloud and I hear them for myself.

Yesterday was one of those sessions

I came in with an agenda

But I didn’t look at it

I closed my notebook and just rambled

It was filled with awkward silences and eye contact

Some of us love recklessly. Sometimes the love is the type of love that is passionate. Folds in on itself. Eats its insides. Drinks patron. Kisses people and touches their skin. Craving closeness and intimacy. Comes knocking on your door, drunk texting you and being bold. Some of us love profoundly. Writing poems then confessing our love. Running…