the ugly writers


I don’t think I can ever stop myself anyway
So, I wave my hand as we drift away
Your back turned toward me as I watch you fade
Oblivious. Yet that’s for the better.

How Lovely

When we let go of the junk that burdens us, we are making a choice. A choice to make room for the things that make us smile, what brings us joy, what helps us grow, learn and give of ourselves.  We make room for thankfulness and gratitude.  We make room for love and adoration, for laughter and for happiness.