wEhere I bid farewell to another version of myself.bvery birthday is a small funeral,
Tut they already belong to another world.
lhe colors are still there,
Tike a photograph found in a forgotten drawer.
Ioday I feel old,
didn’t know that time could run without saying goodbye.
I just have this nagging feeling that I need someone who is a bit more of an equal if that makes sense? She requires a lot of attention and reassurance, while I’m more independent and appreciate alone time. It’s causing resentment because I don’t feel li
I slowly enter my gift to myself, splendor ripped open by the final song that seems to be the first. I enter the writing slowly as I once entered painting.
Yes, a professional would handle the trauma you’ve just experienced the best. However, because you’ve experienced similar trauma and haven’t figured out how to overcome it yourself doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to engage in deeper conversations and possibly help each other.