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Whatever happened to “happily ever after”?

The chest.

It stood stately some few centimetres besides her.

Pain. It’s what she housed in those drawers, no, not those, one drawer.

The second? No, first. Or the fifth? Sometimes forgetting to remember was easier than remembering to forget.

Today, she wanted to remember to forget.

Bottled memories. Filed memories. Jpegs in print.

Too many on some days, too few on others, never just the right quantity.

So, she shred them, diligently made a bonfire with them and as the flames escaped to the sky her soul soared.

She could finally hear Joy dishing catcalls, and she blushed in reply.

Emem ye ifure. 💜

Cc:Your GJ. ✌️


We are alike in more ways than you know, it's why this blog exists. Every entry is my attempt to show you that your body has ability to heal from all forms of trauma and that the sound of your laughter and joy do not have to be visitors to you. Every entry is an attempt to remind you that peace and wholeness are attainable. I hope you find home here, and I hope, like me, that you fancy dodo, bread and brown pages. Subscribe already. ❤️

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