Maybe, just maybe, true love isn’t a perfect story, an easeful journey, or light devoid of inky darkness. Maybe its forgiveness when you shouldn’t, maybe its the moment you choose your tender aching heart when temptation to be aloof drowns you. Maybe its not about romance, or sex. Even if it lives in those things…

with tender aching vulnerable bravery, I have chosen to let you see me. I have removed the masks, the perfected aspects. I have cut deep into the truth, and let it bleed. Like sap from a tree. I have laid my mess out in the open, my contradictions like accessories. feast upon the truth we…

I’ve sacrificed being clearly seen in exchange for seeing clearly

some things are simply reserved for time opened only with a time shaped key some doors only open once it has passed some things are simply reserved for time

I try to fit my multi-tudes into an understandable format, character, expression I never fit I always end up leaking out of it like sand i slip through fingers I don’t expect them to understand but they grasp and they grasp not expecting, my magic doesn’t work like that she slips through cracks I never…

I’m a little bit of everything I’m magic that needs no fixing I’m a glorious fucking mess I’m wounded and i’m perfect I’m blessed and I’m worth it I’m pure and i’m a golden ticket i’m a circle not a square I’m the one that’s gonna take us all there I’m the maker of impossible…

Christianity, Catholicism, and all forms of Abrahamic religions colonized the minds and spirituality of this entire world. Took our connection to the unseen and gave us a middle man in the form of priests, etc. Took our wild, and tried to cut its edges off and call it enlightenment. And now I’m watching it sneak…

make a mess of me I don’t believe in tidy not when it comes to my heart we scrub and we scrub will we ever be clean? I think i’d rather bleed. red. instead. destroy my well organized attempts to push life away gut my efforts to sort and organize take everything neat into your…

most people fear the unknown, the empty blackness, the never-ending fall but Its where I feel the most home most people stay a safe distance from the fire I wear my charred flesh like a badge I have a soul that runs on 4 paws, I only follow the ancient laws.

I’m the kind of love that even while you misconstrue everything I do, I don’t try to convince you, I just remain steady in who I really am. I’m the kind of love that is almost invisible to the eye, I am everything we have forgotten how to see. I am love so immense I…

a little messy, a little wild, a bit crazy, makes me feel like a child my path crooked, with turns and meadows, chaos thats always somehow gentle my path love beaming from the sky, bare feet touching dirt my path misunderstanding bystanders, while I keep loving regardless my path echoed screams of everyone who’s ever…

I live where words fail to bring understanding where language is an accessory not a necessity I reside in a hut, washed up on the shores of time sitting there, on the edge home made of bones. I put my feet up on stools made of the fears that haunt you I make my bed…

Letters To The Patriarchy   You told falsities for so long  You started to believe them too  You forgot any of it was wrong  Took our traditions, our land, our hearts, our minds  And you have the audacity for anger when I reclaim what’s mine?  I will open the gates of hell  And let out…

does the shameless expression of my sensual, wild, naked, nature scare you? do you think you need to save me? are you convinced you know what is best for me? do my bubbling uncontrollable emotions bring you to heights of fear? desperate to make sense of me? would you rather put me somewhere I can…

when you are pulled to me, find patience with yourself. I will be learning from you, while you are me. I do not permit pedestaling, or hierarchy here. Nor should you take anything I say or do literally. There will be an air of “it is and it isn’t” and “everything and nothing all at…