From My Dream Diaries: A Tribute to Lost Soul-Pieces.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
Browsing Tag:
lost
Lost Liberation: This Is Just the Arc of the Story.
Get comfortable with the discrepancies. Drink in the dissonance. Learn to love the freedom in the floundering. Don’t stop the story short.
Another Word for Lost. {poetry}
It will look like a home but they will look around
and think, this is not it, and it will be time to go
Nomad is another word for lost
How Getting Lost Was The Best Detour To Harmonious Living.
I’m totally okay with admitting that as a teen, much of my time was spent in the land of the lost. And it was fun. Lots of fun.
Oh, Our Beautiful Mess!
What can we do when we mess-ups make a mess? No doubt we make messes together, but often we clean it up or live with them alone. Regret is sheer foolishness, but not all hope is lost.
Indecent Exposure. {poetry}
We ate chow mein from a can. We put butter on our white rice
with black pepper. We thought sliced bread was a thing of wonder.
We salted our watermelon. We were racists.
The Lost Boys: Seeing Our Own Solitary Reflection.
We play imaginary games of hard-to-get, not realizing that when no one else is aware that any such thing is happening, it becomes not so much a game as a fantasy with which we've entangled our minds. Losing ourselves even deeper in the process. We end the relationship before it’s begun. We stay ...
Name the ‘It’ That You Long For and Let the Rest Go.
I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
3 Survival Tips for Those Who Are Lost.
Do you feel you deserve a raise? Ask for it. Do you want to take that girl on a date? Ask her. Do you want to go to another restaurant because you hate the one they suggested? Ask them. It can be big, it can be small, but deep down, you know what you want, so you might as well just go for it. ...
The Three Lost Verses of Amazing Grace: A Forgotten Hymn for the Wild Heathen.
The tribe of hooded ones cast their robes to the ground then, again sky-clad in the waxing moonlight, and invigorated by keen knowledge of their own divinity. Hand in hand, they began the ancient spiral dance, weaving around and through the standing stones with the graceful ease of every temple ...