Category: Heartbreak
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I’d been waiting
for a while now for the other shoe to drop. See shoes come in pairs, after all, and it’s best to keep one’s expectations rooted, in reality, or even to pass begin and go directly to disappointment jail, and its favourite chum, disillusionment. And so I watch you carefully, for signs of your mask slipping,…
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Her name
is Patricia, and no, she’s not a stripper. She stands tall, firm and strong in her body. Regal, yet playful. Powerful, yet gentle. Easily amused by, and accommodating to the blundering admiration of this random stranger. She shifts her body closer to the makeshift fence. My hands find the delicious coarse hair, the huge stature.…
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He stands
on the lip, the ledge of the tidal pool. Early morning clouds abound, waves licking his face and arms. A strong back, well-defined lats. He stands tall, alone, without clear purpose watching the other swimmers wading in the water. Is anyone else drowning, while not being immersed? A wave crashes overhead, the salt water covering …
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Pain
Sit with it. Hold space for it. And ask: What are you here to teach? What are you here to evolve? What are you here to break loose and release? For all emotion has purpose as we evolve our human dimension. ~Lu
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We are not our mothers, and other useful things to know before breakfast.
Fifty-two is a scary number. People die at fifty-two despite being loved and needed and being cared for. Fifty-two is an uncomfortable number. As your tummy suddenly does not fit into your jeans, and your temper turns into a solar flare. Fifty-two is a humbling number. As you realise how far you’ve come, to the…
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There’s a gap
in the morning walkas the cool air poolsinto the indentationyour body leftbehind. There’s a holein my heartand I may slowly, eventuallybleed to death,the sticky red tearssnaking into the soil. There’s a cavein my soulwhere we used tocommune.Content,gloriousand uninhibited,our simple union. There a craterin my life,which only youcan fillDear One.And as our paths forkfurther apart.I long…