February 2025
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Reconstruction
I don’t hear your voice telling me I should. I don’t hear your voice at all. But I think I see you more in spirit around me than I did before. Like Mother Nature, always there, never gone, so I need not obsess over thoughts of her, but appreciate her as often as I can, Continue reading
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Losing my Religion
I once thought of You every second of every day A recipe of adoration fear and codependency somehow supporting me keeping me alive while also stifling my identity You consumed me once But now I hardly think of You except in fleeting moments Sometimes I wonder if You are the air I breathe or the Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 