i have decided
i will be alone
until i’m not
my weeds will grow
until i pull them
my lawn will get long
until i cut it
the walls
will be
the wrong colors
until i paint them
the world
will turn
the moon
will wax & wane
& i will not give away
my heart
until
i do.
i started to write about this page & realized i had a new page to write.
the same thing happened yesterday when i commented on someone’s post–i looked at my own comment & was all like, damn, them are some pretty words. and i gathered them up & nestled them into my art journal.
page by page.
one page at a time.
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This pretty much sums me up too, at the moment. Sometimes, to live life one has to stop giving a fuck about following the map or listening to the Google lady. I wonder where this road will take us.
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i don’t know–but i am looking forward to finding out!
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Me too 🙂
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Poetic and well reasoned, love the at work.
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thank you ❤
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I’m in love with your writing😍😍😍😍😍
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thank you so much! that means a lot to me 🙂
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