mourning my old life

So here I am, arriving at my new life that still has no solid form. I feel like
we’re all stood outside this giant egg together, waiting to see what will hatch.

𝒢 π“…π’Άπ“‡π“‰π’Ύπ’Έπ“Šπ“π’Άπ“‡ 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 π‘œπ’» π“‰π‘’π“ƒπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡π“ƒπ‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ

I haven’t written in a while. I think in my heart, I must be old-fashioned because I write these posts as if they were letters to an old friend. Maybe that’s who reads them in my head.

Poet of The Week: Alysia Harris

β€œI love how all the constellations are named after Greek heroes. It reminds me that, even thoughΒ immortal, they have vices too.” – Alysia Harris I came across Alysia Harris years ago. Her poem “Cab Rides & The Morning After” was one of the first spoken word poetry videos I discovered that was cinematic in style.Continue reading “Poet of The Week: Alysia Harris”