lost in transition

this is a way of forcing myself to be open about where i'm at while giving myself a forum for writing that isn't a pen and pencil journal for myself. i've always been best able to express myself in writing..so i guess this is a little bit of me

Monday, 29 November 2021

a strange sort of tidying

 


   from somewhere deep within me

there was a woman reaching 


  I am packing up my childhood. I have existed in a nursery world. With children all day long and then dreamily a child-like soul at home. There are dolls and stuffies. Soft pastel colours. 

 Anything that feels too soft and too sheltering, must go. 

at 19:15

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