Category: Stardust
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I was not taught how to handle sadness. No one held my hand as my tears fell and told me “It’s alright, let it out, let it breathe until you can.” I was told to be quiet, to be grateful, that I asked for it – the spanking, the hitting, the scratching, the pinching, the…
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They say water cleanses – the rain, the sea, the river, the tears. But water is also heavy with the weight of whatever it needs to slough away. Most days a soak is all one needs, a shower, a run in the rain or the waves around your ankles. Some days, though, it is the…
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I don’t write anymore – not like I used to. I used to write until I was set aflame, or I was already on fire when I put pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, tears falling from reddened eyes. I don’t write anymore – not destructively. I used to cleave myself open, re-open scars, have…
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I’ve recently started asking myself what my life purpose is. You see, I thought I had it figured out – leave a lasting legacy in helping people, in making the world better for the future. (Very Aquarius of me, I know.) But recently, it did not fit so snugly anymore. It felt like a jacket…
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This year has been… Novel, so far. Did you know that when you celebrate your birthday, you’re celebrating the year BEFORE it? So on the culmination of my 32nd birthday, I woke up, looked at myself in the mirror and, for the first time in the history of my recollection of birth days, told myself…
Purple Stars in Violet Skies 