the edges of myself

words, words, words

It’s been three days now that I’ve gone without my drug of choice. Yesterday evening was challenging. I came home from work exhausted and had the house to myself. My pattern in this instance is to use this time for a guilty pleasure, namely watching a show that I watch by myself. The truest of …

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Yesterday morning I had a hard time pulling myself out of bed. Harder than most Tuesday mornings. I felt heavy. My legs seemed to teeter a bit underneath me as I moved through my early Tuesday morning motions– trying to wake my sleeping beast. Tuesday and Thursday mornings are a unique experience for me. I …

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i don’t know what it looks like– the view from over there. don’t know if the landscape has changed at all from your vantage point– if these massive internal upheavals read on the outside– subtle shifts across a skyline that runs emotional and bleeds tempermental.   concerning myself with details, intangible story-lines i narrate and …

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i get to take you everywhere to the farthest reaches of my mind into shadows no one else would dare to wander past my breaking point and far beyond the limits i keep insisting do not exist.   i hear your voice on good days louder than my own– it encourages, buoys and transfixes me– …

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the worlds i’ve moved through since meeting you– gratitude does not begin to cover the debt i feel i owe–   realizing the maximum of all that i am and understanding that i have yet barely scraped the surface.   knowing that as i rise– you rise with me–  our expansion exponential when walking together. …

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the reason you’re different from everyone else is because your potential is constantly in the process of being realized.   there is an earnestness in your actions that takes me back to childhood; honeysuckle along a path of green and a strawberry patch that stretched the length of a summer sunset.   And it cannot be denied that …

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