just believe. just breath.

May 02, 2008 Candace Morris 0 Comments

here i am.

in my new home.

surrounded by boxes and furniture, both of which are mimicking my soul's cry.

find

me

a

place.


yet, i cannot find it. i cannot locate the place inside that feels entirely motivated to nest. where did you go, wee child?

i praise god for words sometimes. they seem to be my only form of most authentic therapy.

happy slightly buzzed, melancholic friday eve - lovely lovely eyes.

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