I hope I still live there.
The house I methodically built.
Filled with different voices, moments, and energy.
I hope the smell of wild flowers and honeysuckle still clutter the front lawn.
I hope vacations and trips make you home sick.
I hope I still live there.
thinking about someone all the time
is not enough to make them
deserving of your thoughts
sometimes it’s not a sign
it’s just something you do
until you don’t
r.h. Sin
The piano sounds Apple says I listened the most to in 2024.
Her hyperness when her meds wear off.
The green of his eyes I see every time it rains.
Good morning texts.
Holding of hands that once shielded the abuse.
My blue couch.
The tone of her voice when she says, “GUTTER BITCH or titty baby”, her fake Italian grandmother’s accent.
Blue
Showers too long.
Giggles, stories, jokes.
Seeing her face walk through the door, knowing she won the war of getting out of bed.
Cinnamon Tea, and coffee, Hallmark movies.
Doris Doloris, who will be the biggest heart break of all.
The shock in a broken face meeting strength for the first time.
The Professor getting excited to tell me about the girl he likes or the sex he had.
Books in The Nook.
Blankets and hockey sweats.
The end of the day when I lay my head down and remind myself this life is real, and I will wake up still safely in it.
Smells of honeysuckle, sugar plums, and favorite flannels.
Lovers that forever stain the walls of this heart.
So much feminine rage and way too many damn shoes.
Body and Soul: Lucrative and Life-Changing Boudoir Photography by Susan Eckert by Susan Eckert
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Fantastically well written. Very impactful book. Love. You can really tell the author has a passion for this craft.
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