the tension that will not leave my limbs
It cannot be spoken, only held … More the tension that will not leave my limbs
It cannot be spoken, only held … More the tension that will not leave my limbs
What comes to mind when you think of home? The city or town where you grew up? The address where you lived as a child? Maybe a specific person or members of your family. Perhaps home means something more nebulous to you—a home cooked meal that comforts you or the feeling you get piled in a warm bed under soft blankets that smell of laundry detergent and bleach. … More What is home?
Today we’re asking…should we be afraid of death? … More Should we be afraid of death?
You cannot rise from the ashes if you never light a fire. … More “And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anaïs Nin
A poem. … More Holding Your Heart