Month: December 2019

She creates watercolor

She creates watercolor⁣ ⁣ out of herself⁣ ⁣ Her voice sounds sirens⁣ Woman in red⁣ her lips speak the spell of peaches⁣ impeaching⁣ ⁣ Her body bleeds to remind her ⁣ she can choose to give life ⁣ ⁣ and she can choose to take it away⁣ ⁣ Hundreds of years go by⁣ and she is still sitting in the water, ⁣ blood on her

Nothing, herself

The past few months I have been learning from Nothing, herself⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Staring at the void while she begs, ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Stay in me⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means staring out the window and crying⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means cooking and letting the energy of my body move through food⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means reading for pleasure, sometimes⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Nothing means feeling anxious to work and creating more space

Last week I turned 27

Last week I turned 27⁣. ⁣ I decided I could have everything I wanted this year. ⁣ ⁣ I chose myself. I chose my pleasure, even when it meant risking everything else. ⁣ I am in a love that feels so deep and complete that it often feels too magical and too unbelievable to express through words. ⁣ ⁣ I have a business that somehow