The magic in being alone
In ways, I treat myself worse when I’m left to my own devices. At least to what I put into my body. I do however, spend time with spirit. I think that’s what I would call it. I was raised on God and Jesus. Still making sure I capitalize the names.
I don’t know exactly when I lost that belief, but it wasn’t all at once. I’m still forming my opinions about what I believe is beyond this life. I’m 28, I should be questioning these things. An always developing awareness. It’s my choice if I want to challenge what I thought I knew with new information. A courage I’ve come to realize.
Lovesick
What’s happening now is an undoing. It’s a ripping open of these scars, and an outpouring of love. It’s burning like molten lava as it leaves my body. It’s feeling bare and exposed. It makes me want to vomit