It rained and rained and rained and I stood there letting the sky fall the way it needed to. I melted into the thought of you and a part of me hoped you were thinking of me too.
Sometimes the decision to stop choosing certain things and people in your life is made easy for you, not with ease or without pain even. It’s the timing in your decision that determines the softness of its impact.
I was born in the clouds
of a mountain forest
I lived on the sea
with drowned ghosts
and when at last I sleep
I will close my eyes
in the woods again
surrounded by the quiet
of waiting wolves
This thing, it’s blooming, and with every petal, I feel something gentle unfold inside me. It moves slow and steady like a secret the heart is still learning to trust. It feels like the world is quietly shifting, making space for something beautifully uncertain.