It is coming

One day, you will radiate. You will exude happiness, you will vibrate on a different frequency.

Hope will move from a far away place and plant its roots in your bones. You will tremble with meaning and intent.

The smile on your face will not be fake, the laughs will be authentic and they will hurt your stomach.

The drinks will be sweeter, and not be as necessary.

You will breathe again, inhaling love instead of smoke.

Hold on tight; the day is coming.


The morning after

Today has been long and it’s only 10:15 am.

My heart feels like it’s been stretched out. It’s full but tired – as if it’s been running.

How fantastic it was being with you in your space again, sharing kisses and little smiles, smelling your sheets.

It’s always been so easy to lean against you, but this time it feels different.

As though I am heavier,

but brighter.


Like a moth

Today I am trying to protect myself.

Things are shifting and I feel it is all I can do to preserve my energy and my heart.

Nothing is out of control,

but everything is churning inside me and I have to be still and allow myself to feel it all – without allowing it to wash me out.

I have to stop comparing myself to other people because I am not other people.

I am on my own terms here,

on my own wave.

I am delicate right now,

like a moth.

And that is perfectly fine.