James, Fourth Floor

January 28, 2018:

Yesterday night was difficult. I fell asleep and woke up to another difficult conversation. I was uncertain and overwhelmed until I realized that it does not serve me. 

I can be hard. I can be a volcano. My touch can singe and redden your skin. Magma runs and flows through my bloodstream, melting your eyes and your brain. My words can grow jagged in your throat like if you swallowed obsidian.

But I choose to be soft. My voice thaws and readies for spring. My fruit is sweet and loving and warm. My light does not deplete. I’m genuinely and uncaringly very happy. I’m at a time in my life when I wake up and love the places I stumble upon, the people I meet, the ideas I receive. 



I hope you feel it too. 

Much Love – 





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