There is a greater way. A harder, easier, more beautiful way. You dont need to be alone. I know, i have the book. I look at it often. Never opening to read the pages of the past. To peek maybe. But never fully emerse and live by. Thats what she is telling me. She says "go home where it is warm because home is all you have" but everything says otherwise. Everything says stay. Work. Sweat. Stress. Be better. Do better. Youre too hard on yourself. Youre never enough. It can be better. It will be better. But theres always better. Even when you reach the top there are still more stories. But my feet ache to be on the earth not up here so far away. Torn between the ease of two different times. But inevitably choosing 2 day shipping. I need. I want. I cant wait. Im running as fast as i can but im running through wet concrete. She tells me when she walks she moves. Slowly. Meaningfully. Powerfully. They took away our power and deiguised it as oppression. They gave us shame and disguised it as glory. They gave us double the work and triple the cost. She tells me im running in the wrong direction. She tells me get out before my soul shatters. But the anxiety disguised as beauty; its on sale and it will get here tomorrow.
There is a greater way. A harder, easier, more beautiful way. You dont need to be alone. I know, i have the book. I look at it often. Never opening to read the pages of the past. To peek maybe. But never fully emerse and live by. Thats what she is telling me. She says "go home where it is warm because home is all you have" but everything says otherwise. Everything says stay. Work. Sweat. Stress. Be better. Do better. Youre too hard on yourself. Youre never enough. It can be better. It will be better. But theres always better. Even when you reach the top there are still more stories. But my feet ache to be on the earth not up here so far away. Torn between the ease of two different times. But inevitably choosing 2 day shipping. I need. I want. I cant wait. Im running as fast as i can but im running through wet concrete. She tells me when she walks she moves. Slowly. Meaningfully. Powerfully. They took away our power and deiguised it as oppression. They gave us shame and disguised it as glory. They gave us double the work and triple the cost. She tells me im running in the wrong direction. She tells me get out before my soul shatters. But the anxiety disguised as beauty; its on sale and it will get here tomorrow.
Aubrey.
Chills.
My skin is shaking of chills and stardust as I read your beautiful, raw, dark and stormy words. A GIFT. To say I FEEL this is an understatement.
and then that mic drop!?
Thank you.
xx
😬😬 it took so many different turns, I didn't even know where it was headed but the words just kept spewing out of me! It feels so good to write