Sell, they tell us Sell sell sell Brand and market and filet your soul open For the world to see I don't want to sell Or buy I just want to be. Everything worthwhile in life Is actually free. Shhh, I think I hear The capitalists coming for me.
Free
-heart disease-
I thought I loved from the depth of my bones But I only loved the concept, my idea of what I thought a lover should/would/could be. My passion is hollow. Perhaps I’ve never felt anything but a Dream. Lie. Construct. Skin-deep, afraid to dive in Such a talker, not so much a communicator though. I... Continue Reading →
love confessional
I trust nothing anymore. No one. Myself least of all. My history is less than reliable, and my instincts clouded by years of traumatic response. Why should I believe anything that I interpret to be true? I’m eternally hopeful, wretchedly searching, begging for the scraps of love that any careless encounter might accidentally offer. It... Continue Reading →
You Don’t Need Self-Care, You Need Self-Love
I too have spent endless hours in search of some external way to fill up what's missing inside.
It’s Time For You To Take Back Your Power
In the end, all you have is yourself. You are not going to let yourself shrink to fit the box that the world assigns you. There is no box, no container expansive enough to hold in the strength that you own.
AMY HORTON 