dear march -- i. why does healing take so much time? and this thing called time -- will it ever come? i. big yellow umbrellas and northern lights... i'll just sit with you in the dark and hold a big yellow umbrella over your head until the … Continue reading still i rise | no. 3
i feel all of a sudden stripped bare left in the cold, reaching for something to hold they say the father up above is looking down in love and all i must do is abide abide. to be still. to rest, rest in the rivers of … Continue reading rise.
dear january -- xii. something about the frigid temperatures that you bring, mixed with raw emotions based on unfortunate circumstances, and unsettling social media dms that don't quite sit well in my being... made me slink back into emptiness. xiv. beauty broke free that evening. the … Continue reading slipping by | pt. 1