The Milieu of a beautiful Life

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It's so illusive Isn't it to find what one wants.. have you ever felt home? found that place that made you stay because it is where you...

The day was already shot. At least that's what I like to call it when it falls apart before it even begins. Some days I seem to navigate...

she arrived as a surprise not preplanned like some most of us really are simply a byproduct... of love? so there she was being fitted...

what's in a name.. tell me again who I am it's a grasping a clinging a need to hold onto what I believe *myself to be what's in a name...

"and there are all those things that hold you back... and it's the past..., and the fear..., and the uncertainty. and you've been chained...

I am red hot bleeding tore to the core there was never anything less for me in store I can't don't want to do trifling pity ass...

"There is no paperclip with the forms, I don't know how you want me to keep these papers together" said the ophthalmologist stepping into...

I bled through every crack oozing out my whole existence detoxification of my entire being I wept until the bottom of my soul dried up...

I always wonder how mother earth gives so much to sustain and carry the weight I am her fruitful womb used to appear endless to me now...

She slipped away. Quietly. Isn't that what they say when someone dies without a fight? Slipping away unnoticed. Even when people watch...