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You know, there hasn’t been a post in quite some time.

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07/08/14

I'm not a virtual girl.

I'm not.

I'm a real life girl. 

I remember this feeling so well.

And here I am, two months later, in bed and wide-eyed like a kid before Christmas.
Maybe it's all just the coffee.


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03/12/16
And now here I am, two-plus-something years later and I have let this lead me.
Everywhere and anywhere, let this lead me above and through and always over and under.
I'm not virtual, I am very much real.

I have had these moments lately of really remembering what I was like as a child. Not remembering in a sense of having this abstract memory of something distant, a fleeting image, something vague. But really remembering. Feeling. Feeling the memory. Feeling the feeling. The heart I used to have.
     I used to believe in such fantastical happily-ever-afters it just blows my mind how much joy a heart could hold. And hope more-so than joy. Hope. How much hope and belief in what is to come.
And then you wake up one day years later and to your own sadness see that despite really trying your heart did harden after all.
This is also the reason why I used to have this constant over-whelming love of love, anywhere I found it. I guess you see the light that will lead you home.

But I think I am very close now to letting my heart be what it was a long time ago.
I think I am standing at the very door.


"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.”
Charles Dickens








 

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feather heart

forever is nothing
the drips and drops
follow and fall
forever is nothing
there is you
and my heart
too tender and new
shedding the skin
releasing the leaves
it can hold the old
it can hold the tired
but new

i think we were flowers once
swaying
and smiling
taking in the truth as it comes
i think we were flowers once
me and you
equilibrium
and balance
forever is nothing
there's just flowers

my heart is feathers
and i want the wind
to come and carry
my sun
to yours

and for me
new is new

I'm back (I think)

I miss my blog.

I miss writing and I miss you guys reading.

And I just got this feeling.

I think it's time again, soon.

I wanna be back.

M.

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All life is, is a continuing journey towards our true (or truest) self.