breaking and mending are the journey
Not my cottage garden entrance but so you get the vibe... I've been busily unpacking and settling into the first home I've properly had since I left for the hospital four and a half years ago. I had a deep feeling when I left that day that I wasn't just saying see ya later to... Continue Reading →
How pale the silvery cold moonlight Shines in winter of my heartSerene goddess of brokenness Mourns wearily in an ocean Without love Adrift and aloneBeautifully small Deep blue tides swellingBut silent hope sings Always
This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get... Continue Reading →
even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
your youthful shynessand nervousness makes me blush every single time ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse
From the moment she first laid eyes on him she knew. He was in his late 20s and fit. He was clearly from a bigger city than the one they were in that night and his urban look made her worry that the feelings she had of dread were because they were different races. That... Continue Reading →
Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love. Turkish proverb Coffee, that elixir of life, that magic bean juice which brings the dead back to life each day. Enjoyed the world over for its richness and flavor, there's something about it that tea - much as I... Continue Reading →
maybe you’re right and it never was about a lack of desire to stay maybe it just happened that we met at the wrong timeeven so…i grieve the loss of a love i never tasted because of timing
the kintsukuroi life 