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

Saturday, 2 December 2023

so hard

 

trusting that things are happening that i cannot see or feel or know

that i cannot even sense


there was magic and i was clunky

oh how i wish i hadn't said something dumb


it's so hard to be in the world and stay sweet 


at 18:29 No comments:
Newer Posts Older Posts Home
Subscribe to: Posts (Atom)

Blog Archive

  • ▼  2026 (3)
    • ▼  September (3)
      • I have always been this gentle. Like a mist, a whi...
      • A Tiny home in a garden close to horses and Moonli...
      •  With a dragon fire release of air
  • ►  2024 (1)
    • ►  April (1)
  • ►  2023 (15)
    • ►  December (1)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (5)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ►  July (1)
  • ►  2022 (5)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (2)
    • ►  January (2)
  • ►  2021 (33)
    • ►  December (2)
    • ►  November (4)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  August (7)
    • ►  July (1)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  April (13)
    • ►  March (1)
    • ►  February (3)
  • ►  2020 (23)
    • ►  November (3)
    • ►  September (1)
    • ►  August (3)
    • ►  July (7)
    • ►  April (4)
    • ►  March (3)
    • ►  February (2)
  • ►  2019 (2)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  February (1)
  • ►  2018 (5)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (2)
    • ►  June (2)
  • ►  2013 (1)
    • ►  December (1)
  • ►  2012 (40)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ►  July (4)
    • ►  June (8)
    • ►  May (6)
    • ►  April (8)
    • ►  March (10)
Awesome Inc. theme. Theme images by Juxtagirl. Powered by Blogger.