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Stopping Myself From Stopping Myself

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Stopping Myself From Stopping Myself
Photo By: Sonyo Estavillo

Sometimes depression speaks to me through resounding voices that ask me what the hell am I doing all this for. Then, I find myself consumed with feeling absurd, that perhaps stringing words together is nothing more than a waste of time. The writer inside yearns for continuous approval, and removing denial from the equation exposes my weakness, that I am too delicate and too easily broken. Read the rest of this entry »

FLOWER

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flower-in-hand
Photo By: Sonyo Estavillo

Fuchsia life overcomes me

Laving in your excellence, I cradle splendor in my hand

Overwhelmed by the conviction in the air

We sit in silence holding on to hope, holding onto each other

Excising oppressive clouds, the sun showers its approval

Releasing you at last, to let you live out your beauty