You love them.You know you are safe with them.And still, in the closest moments,something in you tightens.A quiet urge to pull back,to look away, to protect a part of youeven here, even with them. You are not broken.You are not… Read More ›
In the small, unguarded moments, your hand rises to your mouth.A biting, a nibbling, a quiet gnawing at the very tips of your fingers.It happens in the waiting, in the worrying, in the still moments when something inside feels restless… Read More ›
You only meant to glance at it.A few headlines,a moment of catching up.And hours later,it is still with you,a heaviness in your chest,a low unease you cannot quite put down. You are not too sensitive for the world.You are not… Read More ›
At the very top of you, where you meet the heavens, something is flaking away.A shedding at the crown. A dryness, an irritation, a quiet letting go of small pieces of yourself.It gathers where your thoughts live, where your spirit… Read More ›
Just as you settle into stillness, something in your legs begins to stir.A restlessness. A crawling. An urge to move that will not quiet.It rises most in the quiet hours, when you long to rest, and it keeps you from… Read More ›
It began with an eye. Not a human eye, not an animal eye, but something so enormous that I found myself drawn impossibly close to it, as close as I could possibly be, close enough to study every detail of… Read More ›
There is a great tide that moves through you.Sometimes it lifts you high, into brightness and speed and endless feeling.Sometimes it draws you low, into heaviness and shadow and quiet.And between them, you have long been searching for steady ground…. Read More ›
The conversation is long over.And still it runs in you.The thing you wish you had said,the reply that came too late,the moment you went quietwhen you longed to speak.Days later, it is still turning,rehearsing a version where you finally found… Read More ›
Of all the places in the body, the breast is one of the most tender. It rests over the heart. It is the place of nurturing, of warmth, of closeness held against the chest. It is soft, and it is… Read More ›
You notice it after the fact.The way you picked up their phrases,their moods, their opinions, their energy.The way you shifted to match themwithout ever deciding to.And later, alone, you wonder,where did I go in all of that. You are not… Read More ›