day 313

She walked by walkers
walking with walkers
on the brightest
gloomiest
afternoon
that day.
And everyone walked.


You're all walking.
All walking in sync
to each other's lives.
We are all somehow synced
somehow
threaded together.
Stitch and hold high
highly hold yourself
stitched together
in pieces
only you can feel.

day 312

we are growing together
It is difficult to avoid
growing forgetful
Sometimes I cannot bring myself to remember how much I love you
and how much you love me.

Our love feels like baby ducklings
following their courageous mother
through ponds, puddles,
and unpaved paths.
We're all in this together.
It'll save our lives.

day 311

I feel so powerful in black.
So brave


***
I've always been courageous
I've seemed to forgotten about this trait
**
Never forget how brave you are
how strong-hearted
how lion-hearted
how much you have grown
just within yourself

day 310

I honestly hate my job
Dread going into work most days
But its one of those things you have to do..
So i will suck it up

Reminds me I must work as hard as I can
Spin myself into a wonderland
One day.

day 309

back to pen and paper vol 12

I'd love to live on my own
just my own
with my goldfish and my pup
box crate tables
and air mattress
comforts
I'd be way happier that way

day 308

back to pen and paper vol 11

Somehow
I am always finding myself
alone
not lonely
never lonely
just with myself
it's ok
i tell myself
it's ok

day 307

back to pen and paper vol 10

i have all the support i could ever need

sometimes i stress out for
no reason
but there are reasons
more than one reason at least
i just feel a tad bit. . .
worried
self conscious
what if i did my art strictly for my own enjoyment
that's what art is supposed to be like right?
but everyone wants to feel supported.