Midnight Honesty.
When I was younger I used to sleep with the window open in the winter so I could pull the sheets around me tighter and maybe we all have our own ways of holding ourselves together.
Read MoreCategory: Poetry
The overthinks.
I am excellent
At taking healthy foods
And making them unhealthy
Just like I am far too good
At taking simple things
And making them complicated
The reason why I blink.
I do this thing…
Where any time I remember something embarrassing,
I blink really hard for a few moments
As though the darkness behind my eyes
Can clear the dirty slate
That I have built in the back of my mind.
Contents of the “Notes” section on my phone.
It should probably be kept under lock & key, to say the least. Because when I’m out and I don’t have my journal (which is quite often) – this is the place I turn to. For all the split second moments, the late night overthinking, the miscellaneous self-reminders, the awkward “stare at your phone” circumstances, and […]
Read MoreA handful of words that don’t belong together.
I could live in your silence.
Read MoreI like to hear you talk, about the things you like.
I like waking up
An hour before my alarm clock
So that I can roll onto my side
And pull the sheets up to my chin.
I like my bed, a lot.
Read MoreToday, there is more talking than there is understanding.
We have gotten very good
At talking
For the sake of talking.
Messy Hearts
Tomorrow,
Is love,
And tomorrow,
Is heartbreak.
Sometimes Somedays
On things like anxiety and not knowing how to walk away.
Read MoreSensitivity and carrying many things at once.
I have been known to be slightly over-sensitive
To feel everything –
A little bit too much
To hold on to things –
That are better off left alone.
Love, Ashley. 