Sand, but I slip through Cracks in the marble Like the ink the bled out through my wounds  You opened your mouth  Words came out The sculptor wonders  if he spoke too soon Thin fibres encased in the clay (of doom) art, creativity

You are an upgrade, you have my heart

notes - Life of a showgirl Under lock and key My job to carry yours Weighty constraints

Hope, Tara poet, skies

In a way, wishing things ‘could’ be different, conversations

All the different sides of me

wanting to raise awareness, not doing it, shame, self-blame, definitions blog years old ideas

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

little words

on writing, ADHD

The portion of the therapy I pay for where I talk about how unseen I felt and how I was perceived as ‘too much’ Loosing and replacing...

Re-inserting my card numbers into accounts online after losing my bank card. ADHD (and tiredness) The delay of waiting for a new...

wall to climb, relief, grief over what could have been

Factors I considered I would smile, had an ‘expressive’ face and was viewed as ‘excitable’.

Clearing

Making someone think or feel Maybe, I hope? (doing it for me) poetry journal tara star writing about everything - and nothing

poetic thoughts, came from a lyric

The cheat sheet - bread and soup Tarastar

soothe,

Quick thought..