I wish I could someday feel it too, where I don’t have to bend to pick up that which falls off…
I go back to my words but not with an intent to re-write them differently even…
Crimson is the color of love
I write letters addressed to the strange something that keeps the strings mingled, unseen to the ordinary eye,
I bunked my yoga classes, and you also took a day off. We had to spend some time…
Right there when doubt creeps in,
It does this nasty thing where it shakes the container, which in this case is your stable mind and jostles everything disrupting the equilibrium . Now your heart beats slower and your breath sinks , there is this contraction in your chest and you feel trapped ,almost claustrophobic. I know…
