a strangely, beautifully wonderful thought, tarastar.substack.com Dogs they net the moment, Live within it Snatching magic, it’s not caught

The train

the ripples, poetry

Retro Sammy You invite yourself into a space that isn’t yours There is no listening In awareness In my head, I’m slamming doors Old...

and then..

Make it up as I go along, shame

Lets scribble and give it body and shape

Nice to see you Nice to see you

feminist poetry, twisty thoughts, self-doubt, not feeling liked

The sun will rise

the dark

So lonely So lonely So far away from you You are right there with minuscule moments, only, of connection I’m zip zaps and hums and dings...

I don’t trust my own judgement

Woven into me Like rib indentations in my chest You see them pulsing and they disappear, into the chest wall Without needing releasing...

Want to distance myself, don’t remember, doesn’t feel like me Tara blog

links and literal responses, Tarastar, writing

I remember hearing two friends of friends, who I hadn’t known for very long, chatting about me.

fluctuations and lack of feelings. discomfort in the body. ‘Should’. defence mechanisms

TTPD. The Manuscript - How likely that I could have future fertility issues due to your lies? How foolish that I ‘trusted’ you

imprinted on me