Ashley Monae

The only way to itis through it. Not around it.Not over it.Not pretending it never mattered. Through it. Through the replaying memoriesthat show up uninvited at 2 am.Through checking your phoneknowing nothing new is there.Through grieving the version of thingsyou thought would survive. Because some endings don’t arrive loudly.Some fade in slow motionwhile you keep…

I remember when talking to Godfelt like breathing. Like I didn’t have to force the words outor wonder if Heaven heard me. Back then,I would ask Him questionslike a daughter tugging on her Father’s sleeve,and somehow…the answers would meet me the next day. Not always loud.Not always dramatic.But clear enoughthat my spirit would sit still…

Some days I wish I cared less. Not because I don’t love hard and intensebut because feeling everything this hardstarts to feel like carrying water in my hands. No matter how gently I hold it,something still slips through me. I’m tired of trying to make peacewith things that quietly hurt me. The small things.The unspoken…

My mother is my best friend. Not just because she gave me life but because somehow, life gave me her twice. Two Aquariuses. Fourteen days apart. Years reversed like God copied and pasted a soul into two different timelines. We laugh the same. Feel too much the same. Go quiet when the world gets heavy…