Monday, July 27, 2015

Adulting

I've always been the good girl, the well behaved -its-the-right-thing-to-do girl.

And somewhere along the lines, I got tired of it. I have lived my life out of fear.
Fear that I wouldn't be enough, that I'd be too much, that I wouldn't crack it.

My fear has taken many forms, people pleaseing, the mediator, the fence sitter and ofcourse the constant need for external validation.

Now I sit here and I have taken my first "no take backs" adult steps.  And the world didn't crumble.
While I am still fighting the internal fight with my old self. I have to constantly remind myself to be brave and bold because I am looking for a different outcome.

So go on, be brave and do something that scares the shit out of you

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Who I am

“I’m quirky, silly, blunt, and broken. My days are sometimes too dark, and my nights are sometimes too long. I often trip over my own insecurities. I require attention, long for passion, and wish to be desired. I use music to speak when words fail me, even though words are as important to me as the air I breathe. I love hard and with all that i have and even with my faults, I am worth loving.”
-Danu Grayson

Friday, June 19, 2015

Sometimes

In between the constant tinging of my phone
and hooted car horns I find my self sometimes in moments of clarity

between fleeting rainfalls and misty beaches
sometimes I catch glimpses of myself

Between wishes for love and soapboxing my glorious independance
Sometimes there's a knock which I answer

Between flirtatious repartee and honest confessions
sometimes a hand is extended.

Between ravernous hunger and steaming towers of food
Sometimes I hunger for you

Between flip flops in my tummy, and stuttering in my speech
sometimes you see me