“I write in order to capture these fleeting moments. String them into sentences and freeze time. Like an immortal homage to this fickle life. A memorial of what once was, and will always be.”
– Hera Morgan
Letters from Thirteen Witch Lane
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Inanna
I stood on the edge staring down into the dark murky water. Fear rising in my belly. Surely nothing good would be awaiting me at the bottom. My mind confirmed these thoughts. Urging me to look up instead of down. Trying incessantly to get me to step away from the edge. My mind wants me…
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Like the Wind
Like the wind I can change directions Free to make my choices Autonomous in my beliefs. Like the wind I am free flowing Moving with the tides of my body Cyclical in my ways. Like the wind I whisper my desires Allow them to take flight Watching in awe of their courage. Like the wind…
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Come Back
We are complex beings full of emotion, full of feelings, and brimming with innate intelligence. And yet, we are so distracted by this external world, we consistently give away our power. We willingly hand it over to some higher authority, Some figure outside of ourselves. Come back. Back to the delicate whispers, back to the…
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