post-it notes to my sometimes selves

“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.” 
― Carrie Fisher, Postcards from the Edge

 

..

life is messy,
tricky,
sticky.

…………………………….seize the moment,
…………………………….day,
…………………………….the breeze.

hope is only one heart
-beat away.

…………………………….fear is a fragile,
…………………………….………fatal flaw.

 

you can
(maybe, almost) (sort of)
do it.

…………………………….rah.
…………………………….rah.
…………………………….rah.

 

blah.
blah.
blah.

 

 

..
In April we poem. On post-its. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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