21/11 I desperately want to be on display. And I’m desperately tired. It’s not that I think I’m not beautiful, but I want the world to see what different beauty can look like. It seems desperately important. To be beautiful and myself. To not want to be someone else. To want to better myself for… Continue reading 21/11
Tag: beauty
Hunger
I want to live all that I can
Love poem for a shooting star
watching her move
through the night sky
so bright and so far away
Love
Love stretches you, pushes you
Bends you, cuts you open
Rearranges the parts
and sews you back together
So you'll never be the same again.
Sea and sky
Opening myself to the sky
Traveler
No matter how gray it is on Earth
above the clouds
it is always blue
A note to self
don't fight your beautiful mind
or shame your perfect body
come home to yourself
you are your only home
