Always look forward. I keep reminding myself, repeating that phrase over and over again. Stop looking at the past, and just. Move. Forward. Don’t look back. The past doesn’t exist anymore, it was a story we once vividly lived that now remains hollow. A ghost town. Once vibrant, now abandoned. Why should I go back? … Continue reading A King
He told me that small spiders will jump from tree to tree, bush to bush, letting a delicate string carry them safely on the wind, leaving residue behind that we walk into in the mornings. I listened, absorbed, nodded and wondered where my own string would lead if I jumped away from him.
By Sara Chana Brummel A flower is so beautiful. Yet there's always that twinge of dread at the inevitability of them wilting and dying away. That was the feeling I first had when I realized I was in love. I reveled in its beauty and dreaded its ultimate demise. One night, I sat crying when … Continue reading The Rose
By Cat Coule “I don't want to talk about it,” I told Matthew. I turned away from him, towards the ocean. I was lying...and I wasn’t lying. My heart wanted. My throat did not. This was the one thing I had wanted us to talk about for so long. And, yet, if the words came … Continue reading You seem…sad.
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
I felt happy that day, and beautiful, truly beautiful. The right side of the bed followed me everywhere that morning; my teeth were extra sparkly and my eyes matched. I rejoiced in feeling not a single shred of anxiety, of guilt, of self-loathing. I was beautiful and intelligent and kind, the world smiled at me … Continue reading Life’s a Play
by Cat Coule Love what comes. When you are in the darkness and snakes crawl through open holes in your body and spiders walk up your spine with their babies on their back. Love what comes. When you are in the light and butterflies drink from the nectar of your hair and kittens make a … Continue reading What Comes and Goes