Heart on paper.

Writing was a place where I put my whole heart on paper, and I am seeing how I’ve stopped doing that because life has been kicking my ass a little. However reading this piece I wrote reminds me of that fire that is so necessary to keep alive especially when times are tough. I love this version of me who felt so bold to write this let alone share this out loud.

Enjoy :

She Touched herself and knew, clearly that she was the only one to give herself everything she’s ever wanted, needed, desired, dreamed of. She travels the unknown, through cyclone clouds, pockets and door ways, entry points of space and time, rising into dimensions of past and present. She is everything she’s ever longed for. A lover who never stops touching her, a friend who stays when others have gone. She is her greatest compass  traveling galaxies  abound. she just needed to touch herself, again, again, again and again, to remember.