there's a certain kind of healing that comes from letting go of this love
#8 in my Phobia Series. Originally, I wrote this for my siblings though I am not so sure now. A poem about 'gerascophobia'. Thank you. :) <3 The void scrapes off the human wrapped around it. On emptiness and hopelessness. i wonder if he thinks of me
memories crumble like dried flower leaves.
Haiku of the Day (01.12.2019)
Any step forward is considered progress so be good to yourself. Everyone moves at their own speed :) <3
Written by: @genevieve
© Genevieve Kubica there is no love with him. the change that’s taking place inside & out.
My vibe going into 2019: Though I have a long way to go, I've already worked so hard to be where I am now, so instead of a whole new me, I'll just welcome some new growth - a better me instead of a ne... Wrote this last week. Forgot to post. I'm doing a little better than I was when I wrote this, but I still like this piece. nyctinasty; the movement of leaves or petals in response to darkness; the closing of a flower at night sometimes i write a list of all my flaws