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.
SCHUYLERI’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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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’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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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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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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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 don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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 know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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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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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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