Can’t stop thinking of him. With every breath I take, I see his face in front of me and am filled with memories of him. Of us. He’s on my mind a lot right now. I keep analyzing our past, trying to find some kind … Continue reading All The Things I Miss About Him: Grieving The Illusion of The Loss of Love
“Don’t be scared” I hear my voice. That graceful voice of wisdom and unconditional self love. So so scared of breaking our bond because I don’t want to lose him. Or what we had. But how could I lose what will remain forever? Hm, am … Continue reading Self-Talk, Self-Love, and Returning to a place of Wholeness
Surrounded by feathers and sage Safely entrenched by my invisible cloak I float through the days Enveloped in velvety smoke I try so hard to let go But the memories have me bound I’m haunted by your magnificent soul Yet still enthralled by the sound … Continue reading A slice of Poetry: An Initiation
I had my two cousins come over last night for some Chipotle’s and chit chat (were all broke and on a budget, so don’t judge) and a few hours into our gathering I had the sudden urge to be alone. This surprised me. I’m alone … Continue reading Mastery of Self Love Through Awareness and Doubt
Just yesterday, I wrote about the concept of the Twin Flame lovers and how I feel that my last relationship resonates with this ideology. Today, it dawned on me that although I feel better at being able to identify his role in my life and … Continue reading Does The Compulsion to Label and Identify Really Serve Us?
I’ve been slacking on writing recently. I’m not sure what to write about and when I do get ideas, they’re fleeting like the days of our lives. Since I’ve taken on painting, the desire to write has diminished slightly. It’s either because I’ve had writer’s block … Continue reading How Do You Get Over A Breakup with Someone Who Is Your Twin Flame?
I had a conversation with my mom the other night about her memory of my grandma helping when she was pregnant with my sister. She cried as she reminisced about the past and tearfully acknowledged (and appreciated) all that her mother did for her. My … Continue reading Practicing Presence and Compassion through the Act of Listening