I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
SCHUYLERI’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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