Turns out my latest crochet project wanted to be wall art. So here we go #securingthebag

Confidence isn't *free or *natural, but the evidence of a carefully maintained vessel, poured into.

Poverty is when you can't afford to make mistakes, when you're robbed the dignity of risk. Even when you desire *more, fear prevails.

You make me tingle. That's not your fault, not your responsibility. Ctrl, Alt, Delete.

If I could have dwelled a bit longer,perhaps I could have walked through one of two. To a realm where affection never met possession, where declarations of permanence were cause for alarm, not proof of Love.

Between being pillars, then doors, they were portals filled with rich darkness. If I hadn't rushed past the portals to the mundane reality of my bedroom and closet doors, perhaps today could have been magical.

I wasn't small at all. I was lying down. That angle gave my doors height, the density I perceived, granted by dim dawn light.

Those parallel pillars are just doors and I'm not so small. #wakingup #disoriented #scale

I suspect *beginnings and *endings are literary devices, much like narration and foreshadowing; Artificial frames and catalyst we now mistake as real phenomenon.