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We either feel too much, or not at all.

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Bea heron

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Something I could never understand- 

Out of every man I saw, and every man I knew  there was none such as him. He just had this unexplainable air about him, this maturity, this confidence. the kind that wraps you up like a golden wave of light with just a look of those eyes the kind that fills you with faith that someone, even if only him, had complete and utter faith in you.

This was something I began to wonder could ever be replicated 

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I dream about all the words that were never said.

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I'm tired of going to sleep and dreaming of people and things that remind me to feel sad. crooked heart and wayward feet - b e a h e r o n

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Do you ever just stop and feel music?

Like literally, just cease moving, shut your eyes and listen intently to the rhythm and the message. Turned up loud. 

Do you feel it all rush through your arms and down your back and up your neck and through your scalp, electrifying every hair on your body.

For a second, all you are aware of is the steady rise and fall of your chest. Your eyelids flutter with pleasure.

And then suddenly . . .

Every trapped emotion is magnetized to that wave of purity that washes throughout your body.

Tears rush to your eyes because sweet lord, it feels good to feel something.

Anything. Anything at all. 

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June 8, 2015

I drove. against the sunset, with the wind. my heart inflamed. on gravel roads and across country bridges. I called myself a gypsy, with nowhere to go and no hope for a home.

I took a picture. one facing forward with a glimpse into the past.

I feel I still live there. wedged between then and now.

nothing and yet everything has stayed the same.

I am a void. a paradox.

I am alone.

- June 8, 2016, b e a  h e r o n

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Most nights I crawl into bed and pretend there's someone there to melt away the loneliness of another day. Other times I roll over and welcome reality.

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Happy Monday. crooked heart and wayward feet - b e a h e r o n

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Amazing what little we feel is amplified by distance and time. - b e a h e r o n

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Hope we had a good Friday, friends. - b e a

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- crooked heart and wayward feet, b e a h e r o n

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he plays music loudly on the couch across from where you sit, it plays over the tv you were watching

“say you’ll never let me go”

i’m pretty sure it’s his message to you.

- men don’t know how to talk, b e a  h e r o n

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Happy Monday, friends. Hope someone somewhere is making you happy. crooked heart and wayward feet - b e a h e r o n

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Happy Friday. Here's to moving forward. 6am doughnuts and quiet confessions - b e a h e r o n