polyfreya

in love,

in life.

But I am still a witch 

and it makes me know 

much more magic 

Sometimes I lie awake thinking of others, with you sleeping softly beside me.

I feel my feelings, all of them, and it makes me scared and excited and hopeful. All at once.

I think I’m getting better in the scared parts, in facing those fears and seeing that they are not all mine to carry or solve. Since, as they are feelings they are not laws I have to act upon or work to manifest. Some of them are not even truly mine, but echoes of how others would have me feel or think.

And I’m getting better at owning my feelings, my perspectives, my choices. The good ones, and the bad.

Because I’m not alone in this, if I don’t choose to be.