#6.30.19

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“The seeds have long been sewn beneath my skin and I’ll let whatever grow through keep me warm during winter.

I’ve poured Jameson as many times as it’s rained. I’ve let the pain replenish my bad truths. I stand before a mirror instigating the man seducing my mind into playing you like a pianist performing their first song on a holy night.

Judgement has come and gone without a word to end the exhausting silence. I waited patiently only to act in betrayal. Now I’m staring at the screen, hailing distance at the glory of times past as my halo spins around my horns.”

More fan photos 6.30.19

Years ago, a yoga teacher of mine said something in class that sounded obvious, but wasn’t: “when it can be easy, let it be easy.”

I’ve mentioned her words on the blog before, so in the spirit of the quotation I won’t overanalyze it. But I will tell you that her advice has helped to guide me through this period of anxiety. It’s been especially helpful in the last week.

On Sunday evening, after I…