I Found A Poem I Wrote 11 Years Ago
Perhaps stumbling across this poem is the universe’s way of simply saying, slow down.
All posts tagged: finding yourself
The Lost Generation
We can’t lay on cool grass, pick green blades, count quiet stars. We are the lost generation. Stillness makes us stagnant.
Finding Myself (And Fireflies)
When I was a little girl I used to catch fireflies in jars. I’d snag them in-between my palms, always a mix of excited and terrified to feel their tiny wings flapping against my fingers.
On Writing, And Losing Control
Writing is like that. It starts, not by writing, but by thinking. By forgetting. By re-remembering. By losing control and all sense of time, place, rules.