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June 22, 2017

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A Spiritual Practice.

One day I woke up, in an explosion of sunlight after the longest winter known to man I felt this intoxicating sense of gratitude and wanted to capture it In a small way, day by day. So I bought these sticks of incense and I promised myself to burn at least one a day, even on the bad days. Especially on the bad days. I wanted to have at least one spiritual practice a day. Because that’s what happens when you forget God and the wound where your soul used to be needs some soothing. 10 days later I had the deepest longing for love in my home. I needed my love to have a heartbeat. I needed a love who required oxygen, a being that had feelings and took up space just like me. After much searching and coming to terms with how selfish I really, honestly, truly am, nearly gave up. But then I ended up with some plants. And then I had some die. Honestly that really hurt. But they taught me to try again and again, to water even though there had been death, to invest e

Disowned.

You were naked in my bed last night. Managed to get you here, situation fucked up without a single fight. You reached out for me in your sleep and pulled me closer. But today we walked past each other though, like it wasn't a bother. Maybe it wasn't, maybe I never was. Maybe I was used, maybe you think "hey, this is just what she does". Can you see my insides, I mean it's where you were so I figure that maybe you can see the feelings on the outside. I guess those don't matter too. That when it comes to me I'll be labelled as some girl you used to do. I will not yell at you now because it'll look like I'm doing that because you made me moan your name. I'm also not sure how to tell you about the peace you brought, the storms you managed to tame. But I will not cry for you, again. Because I was supposed to let go sooner, known how to yell when. I'm trying to let you go, I swear to God I am But I can't help but think about y

Loss

They say that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all But why does the loss feel like death? Why is the loss so tragic? Can human beings live with this kind of tragedy? Navigating the world without someone they deeply love as if they didn’t love them before. How exactly do you walk out of the door and NOT break down when you remember that the one you loved the most is no longer in your life? What do you do with that? The time, the traditions, the love? How are you expected to love again knowing damn well that loss can be so far out of your control and that one day there will no longer be evidence that you loved this person? I know there is beauty in falling in love again but why must we lose it in the first place? It hurst so damn much.

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