“Our Story”
Today, feels like a poetry day. I'll share with you a poem written many years ago and the boy in this story is as real the day feels. i saw and passed a boy a little few years back about ten years his little body suggested it was in the middle of the day i remember the burning air…
Today, feels like a poetry day. I'll share with you a poem written many years ago and the boy in this story is as real the day feels. i saw and passed a boy a little few years back about ten years his little body suggested it was in the middle of the day i remember the burning air…
“Our Story”
Today, feels like a poetry day. I'll share with you a poem written many years ago and the boy in this story is as real the day feels. i saw and passed a boy a little few years back about ten years his little body suggested it was in the middle of the day i remember the burning air wearing us down…
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September 29, 2025 at 2:29 PM
“Our Story”
Today, feels like a poetry day. I'll share with you a poem written many years ago and the boy in this story is as real the day feels. i saw and passed a boy a little few years back about ten years his little body suggested it was in the middle of the day i remember the burning air…
Today, feels like a poetry day. I'll share with you a poem written many years ago and the boy in this story is as real the day feels. i saw and passed a boy a little few years back about ten years his little body suggested it was in the middle of the day i remember the burning air…
I picked love
And I imagine it like
Landing on a soft cushioned field
Of a million cotton balls
Or how a gorgeous white fluffy feather
Would come floating and land on my shoulder
Then off it goes on
As light and buoyant as only I dream to be
And I witness the light
Catch it..
And I imagine it like
Landing on a soft cushioned field
Of a million cotton balls
Or how a gorgeous white fluffy feather
Would come floating and land on my shoulder
Then off it goes on
As light and buoyant as only I dream to be
And I witness the light
Catch it..
September 5, 2025 at 8:09 AM
I picked love
And I imagine it like
Landing on a soft cushioned field
Of a million cotton balls
Or how a gorgeous white fluffy feather
Would come floating and land on my shoulder
Then off it goes on
As light and buoyant as only I dream to be
And I witness the light
Catch it..
And I imagine it like
Landing on a soft cushioned field
Of a million cotton balls
Or how a gorgeous white fluffy feather
Would come floating and land on my shoulder
Then off it goes on
As light and buoyant as only I dream to be
And I witness the light
Catch it..
Hi,
After spending almost a lifetime in the shadows, afraid to even think of myself as someone that could write, today I get to shout out that I'm calling myself one.
Check out the Blog I've painstakingly put together and I hope you enjoy and if not- it's still alright.
www.theselvesofus.com
After spending almost a lifetime in the shadows, afraid to even think of myself as someone that could write, today I get to shout out that I'm calling myself one.
Check out the Blog I've painstakingly put together and I hope you enjoy and if not- it's still alright.
www.theselvesofus.com
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September 3, 2025 at 10:47 AM
Hi,
After spending almost a lifetime in the shadows, afraid to even think of myself as someone that could write, today I get to shout out that I'm calling myself one.
Check out the Blog I've painstakingly put together and I hope you enjoy and if not- it's still alright.
www.theselvesofus.com
After spending almost a lifetime in the shadows, afraid to even think of myself as someone that could write, today I get to shout out that I'm calling myself one.
Check out the Blog I've painstakingly put together and I hope you enjoy and if not- it's still alright.
www.theselvesofus.com