Day 356. Whatever it is wants to get out, and rather than hold it in, I free it from my form.

Day 355. It takes guts to live, as Gurmuhk says. 

Day 354. I tend to avoid my reflection unless the glass is broken or opaque. 

Day 353. She smiled. Now, let me look at you. 

Day 352. My dreams are back, vivid and arousing.

Day 351. Have you done the things you want to do? What is the quest of this phase? How much has your heart grown from the devastation?

Day 350. It is too much like that yellow sundress you purchased from the vintage vendor in Brazil.

Day 349. I've been floundering this whole time and did not see the life buoy right in front of my face!

Day 348. White butterflies and wind; what I truly wish for never lasts! 

Day 347. You must spread your arms wide and fling yourself over the cliff; this is love. I don’t want to get hurt.

Day 346. I want abruptness. I want a slow burn. I want solitude, and I want to be consumed by the Other. I want to feel my body burn with lust. I want to feel exhausted in the arms of a lover.

Day 345. Meeting Sylvia, Part 2. Sonata of the Soul Sister.

Day 344. He’d say, babe; you’re beautiful, when my face was bare.

343. We kiss twice in Morocco, one for each cheek!

Day 342. Her name means Patience - burning dawn.