This morning. Slow, easy, beautiful. Yet, frozen. I’ve been here before. Crawling through my skin. Uncomfortable with this moment. Growth. So much growth and so much beauty. Not enough. More than enough. Extremes. Black & white, there’s no room for gray here. Heavy heartbeats in my throat. Soft sheets & comfy pillows, my only hiding … More Anxious.
As I ran my tongue along the faint disappearing callus on my bottom lip, a sense of loneliness and nostalgia washed over me. I can almost smell you. I miss our sweet moments together. Our bond was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I could rely on you to catch me when I fell, but … More My first love.