Your woodpecker heart
is knocking at the
wrong trees again,
and you don’t have anywhere to put
the destruction in you.
I don’t know what knocked
it out of you this time,
but I do know that you’re
more than a home
that couldn’t survive the storm.
And you’re more than
the wind that caused it
in the first place.
thank you thank you thank you my love. you’re made of goodness.
oh thank you so much!!
I’m so so sorry you’re going through a hard time. It means everything that my blog could help even a little. I’m sending so much love to you right now.
oh my angel, I’m sorry they took the passion out of you. I’m sorry they ruined it until you couldn’t recognize it anymore. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Play for yourself. Play until the music is coming out of you and not the instrument anymore.
I’m sorry, baby, I can’t keep keep up sometimes. Try sending it again, please!
I’m sorry you haven’t been your best, lovely. I’m glad my writing could help though. Always means the most to me.
you are, you are, you are. but people come and they grow in a different direction, and it’s not your fault. the right people will find you. they always do.