I left for months.
The light was on, but no one was home.
My spirits vacates when it can no longer sit pretty and watch me live out of alignment.
It's a fuck you to my highest self when I hear, but choose not to listen.
But I came back.
There was a lot of cobwebs, old stuff to throw out, and stories that no longer rang true.
It's vital to trash what you no longer have room for.
I cleared space in my heart & mind.
Some people got left behind.
I speak now with full range; sweetly & strongly.
I cleaned house, so I can be home.
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