People wondered how I got to be where I am now – happy and at peace. The days fluctuate. It wouldn’t be real if they didn’t.
It was clear, but not easy. It was a burden that tried to break me. It was a process that I leaned into.
It’s still clear, but not easy. It’s still a burden that tries to break me. It’s still a process that I continue to lean into as much as it hurts to do so on some days.
It takes time. It takes the limited time we have.
So, I took it back.
I took the time to feel and now I’m taking my time for me. Going through the motions can be heartless and we weren’t meant to live that way. There is no balance in doing so.
Something or someone will be let down or let go. Just make sure that someone isn’t you.
Take the time…your sweet, sweet time.
It’s swept under the rug to cover up the mess. It’s pushed, brushed over, and hard to digest to those who pop Claritin to get through the day, but it wasn’t enough to stay out of sight out of mind when the wind blew high and the specks designed red eyes that weren’t mine anymore not today or tomorrow. This time is for me and I’m simply in wanderlust craving for views that people only dream of. This time I’m reminded who I am and what I’m made of. Back to basics I’m Ash not dust because dust settles.
I’m no graphic designer, but I can doodle a good imagination.
One that leads me to be the person I can fall in love with.
A person of worth, grace, and beauty that has yet to be painted because those colors are still evolving to the perfect shade of blue.
Then I’d take that imagination and put it on paper while my soul brushes the moments I learned to let go.
It’s real now.
It exists for you not to exist.
I’m my own inspiration now.
Designing a type of kindness that you will never comprehend because you do not have the capacity to.
You said you were planning on forever with me, but your forever had a time stamp and mine was infinite.
But, I’m done bashing on you because that’s not who I am.
I’m entitled to have feelings, yes, but I will no longer let you live for free in
I’m no graphic designer,
but I can doodle a good imagination,
bring it to fruition,
until my feet bleed love into the soil of this earth that deserves it more than you do.