ruthlessone
as I sat on the bench a little birdie came and sat down next to me. She was beautiful, with sweet llittle brown and red feathers and a tiny little yellowy orange beak. And she opened that tiny little beak and let out a shrill shriek that made my blood run cold...
a rose between two thorns. or, thorns between two roses? Do you see the roses... or do you see the thorns? The doughnut or the hole? The glass half empty or... overflowing with roses?
glimmer shimmer.... glimmer shimmer and shine. That's how I want my life... it's not how my life is right now... hazy lazy is how my life is now... and I want it to change...
I went under the bridge and found myself in a land full of wonder. Under the bridge is where my friends from the other side live. They live a life full of abundance and beauty. Where no one worries or cries or suffers from anxiety or depression. All is wonderful and no one ever gets hurt.
writing since 2011 · 4 entries · 4 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means me showed up.
1longest streak
4days written
1.8entries / week
the words me reaches for
thornsrosesbridgefullliveglimmershimmernowsattinybeaklandwonderfriendsabundancebeauty