When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
RENEE STONEWhen you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
RENEE STONEI’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONEThere is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
RENEE STONEWhy is it that you have more practice describing weaknesses than strengths? It’s not your fault they never went to the lengths to teach you how to value your strengths.
RENEE STONEI carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
RENEE STONEIt’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
RENEE STONEI was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
RENEE STONEI grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
RENEE STONEI escaped the voice of darkness that was as pervasive as the silence that has come to replace all the words you had misplaced.
RENEE STONEYou wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
RENEE STONEI search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONEWe’re so distant, words can’t save us.
RENEE STONEI overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
RENEE STONEI lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
RENEE STONEThey hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
RENEE STONEI try to build myself a bridge to cross every time I start to ruminate on my thoughts.
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