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.
SCHUYLERWe’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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Please come here, but not too close.
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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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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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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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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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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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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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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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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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