Try to hold on to nothing. Ours is a universe of gravity and orbits. Things come around and they stay around when they are meant to and don’t when they are not. Your own gravity will hold what it can and what it should. Big things pull more things than small things. If you want to take this literally, become morbidly obese and live in space. If you want to take it how I mean it, be as big as you want. As loving, as angry, as funny, as hollow, as fulfilled, as broken, as optimistic, and as lost as … Continue reading …It’s simple:

In our gut I think we know if a relationship doesn’t work, especially if we got into it (as we often do) for the sex, comfort, apathy, or our own loneliness. Yet, too often the fear, sadness, anger, and other difficult emotions we might have to face prevent us from leaving. Yet these are the same emotional places we denied to begin with, which, if we had faced and worked with them, could have prevented us from being frivolous with our precious hearts. The inevitable result of fearing feeling our emotional pain is that we lie to ourselves — at … Continue reading On relationships…

No one ever talks about the beauty of falling out of love. one day your universe is this other person – you see galaxies in their eyes, you read your future from their palms, you fall asleep to their heartbeat – and yes, there is beauty in all of it. and then suddenly, they’re gone and it hurts in places you’ve never felt before. and the pain colors everything for a while – the way you can’t quite taste your food, and music reaches your ears and not your heart, and laughing doesn’t come from your belly, but from your … Continue reading …falling out

I lost myself in a forest. The ocean of trees carved with our names and the birds sing the lyrics to some songs I could no longer listen to. I found myself inside the breach of sunlight and though the darkness almost swallowed my whole body, I still believe that it was worth the adventure to make my mistakes. Each tree bleeds from its roots, I hope our flowers get a chance to grow even if it’s used to being watered with our tears– The essential ingredient; missing:.. ❤         Continue reading I lost myself…