Blind contour infused with memory and a Scorpio moon.
May your edges help you honor your softness, dear reader.
“Mom, why don’t you talk to John anymore? “Because he’s not my friend, Gigi. He lied to me about something really important. He’s not in my life.” “Well, I want him in my life. I’m gonna call him when I get my own phone. Please tell me you didn’t delete his number.” “Okay, I won’t…
“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch” ~Jean-Luc Godard
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
There’s so much I want to say. So much I could say about friendship, and belonging, and how care (or the absence of it) feels deep in the center of my being. About feeling dehumanized so often. Objectified. Plunked into the fantasies and projections of men who said they loved me but didn’t show me…
my capacious heart (open) full moon setting at dawn my capricious heart (following) leaves swirling in cold wind my tenacious heart (wounded) embracing a chameleon sky
foot in foot out valve open and shut hiding and workarounds half truths and longing terminal conflict not infinite love driving this soul the path of Love has no place for hiding unguard the heart and watch miracles happen