anyhowly

— j. iron word

"She's cooking tea."

— Nayyirah Waheed

— Mary Oliver

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i have not taken a picture of the clouds in a long time. that is why my heart feels empty and broken. i have not picked up the paintbrush or let my fingers strum softly on the strings of my guitar. that is why this season feels helpless. i have not let my feet lead me in an unattractive dance, or let my throat breathe strange vocals — some appealing, some not really. that is why the burden on my back seems heavier by the day. i have not gone on my knees or clasped my hands together, speaking words straight from the heart. that is why my heart mourns. i have not stared blankly at the sky, waiting for it to preach its story and assure me that i will be okay. that is why i am not okay. look at me and understand — the journey of life is filled with the little things we picked up along the way that made our hearts feel.

(images are mine!)