Motherhood
Motherhood is
a strange word for
a permanent change,
an alteration of state.
Whittled down to #momlife.
Look at you.
You're here, alive, collected and drawn to this place with your authentic energy and its period. Some came here hurting, some energized, some relaxed, and some stuck in their mind's eye.
But you're here, alive. We're here, collected together in a city with voices unsilenced, drawn to the freedom to speak and of artists and nonsense. Pulled here by some force within us that says, I don't just want to hear me.
Kindred spirits
The ebb and flow of the fantastic and spectacular to the ruined and disastrous
Fascinated and ravenous
Seeking connection in your eyes that grab at us all the perspectives in my head looking at you hunting your mind your spirit and body looking finding a way into the cavernous qualities of your love
Love a lack of inspiration or raptured In It? I no longer tell lies to myself that I shouldn’t feel it.
