I’ve always had this deep routed belief that there are things in this world that I’m not ‘allowed’ or have less right to. Tenderness, care a

short version, poetry

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

I don’t trust my own judgement

Keeping my ego ‘in check A confused ego / trying to build self-worth Delusions of grandeur to deny my needs and the fact that I need to

Two - Days of poetry

Four sparkling paws 11.

I.Don’t.Know

The leaves have fallen New start

Autumn, fall, winter warmth inside, scattering of leaves, November Tara star

hunting / hoping for hopeful change, YOU spoken word style Tara star