An attempt at writing a space into being where I can feel the sides of my grief that I generally try to overwrite
“I'm only ever meant to be where I am, and I'll arrive at the next place when it's time.
This realization frustrates me. But it also comforts me. It can be both.”
Spellbinding, crisp as autumn leaves, gentle yet piercing honesty. Thank you🌻
Thank you, dear Ana 🦋
“I'm only ever meant to be where I am, and I'll arrive at the next place when it's time.
This realization frustrates me. But it also comforts me. It can be both.”
Spellbinding, crisp as autumn leaves, gentle yet piercing honesty. Thank you🌻
Thank you, dear Ana 🦋