another dimension
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Raw
I stand before the mirror, bare. A woman. Raw. My body, defiant in its existence, stares back at me. Feminine curves, unapologetic and soft, yet unyielding. A tight stomach, not sculpted by deprivation but by the breath I have held through heartache, by the steady rise and fall of survival. Curvaceous hips, wide and steady, Continue reading
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A Thirst for Something More
I have a thirst that runs deep within me. It’s not the thirst for anything material or shallow, but something more,something that feels as if it’s from another dimension. I long for a life that feels more true, more aligned with the core of who I am. The world around me tries to tell me Continue reading
The Dreamer's Pen 