I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.

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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.

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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.

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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Way
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.

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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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Move
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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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.

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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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Loud
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.

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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.

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We’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
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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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Wash
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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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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Way
Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.

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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Curse
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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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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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.

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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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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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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.

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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.

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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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Floor
I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.

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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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Name Sadness
I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.

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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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