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We didn’t have that much to say because we didn’t have that much to give because we didn’t have much semblance of the stuff that makes us up at all.
1 month, 1 week
I am a good person
I am a bad person
I am enough and also
I am not enough and will never be.
I am a good person and… 87 more words
1 month, 2 weeks
I think in the end I would like this to be
a story about knots loosening (in stomachs, in hands)
and learning the ocean’s song… 111 more words
We are just
We will grow
tall, we will
reach the sky
2 months, 3 weeks
You are broken, and sat there, breaking.
I will not gather you, like a shattered glass (I have shattered many from clumsy hands), I will not brush up the pieces. 48 more words
In this time of seemingly unbearable stillness, cling to even the simplest joys to fill the space. Cling to the morning quiet, the lazy kettle whistle, the hush that comes when the sun sinks slowly, and early. 182 more words
3 months, 1 week
I’ve been taking an online writing course for the past few weeks and the theme of the workshop is identifying the things that you carry and weigh you down and how to let go of them. 32 more words