need

need

the one true thing I keep finding when I meet the shame or self doubt/hate/deprecation is this: grace. the energy to search out stories of life within the concrete walls of our own fear. false negotiations beg to be broken, pouring out liquid grace upon the hard...
lost

lost

    lost. ground is gone. it’s all float and fight and tread from here. there’s nothing to walk on and nothing secure to wake up to. the path is flooded, the steps obscure. hands positioned in open release – no further reason to hold on....