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936 [01 January 2018]

This day is filled with promise I can feel it in my bones. The next year will wield anything of possibility and I can only hope that I will find all that I dream. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2018

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935 [01 December 2017]

So it’s over now. Fading away from me like impending twilight carrying the colorful skies into full dark. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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934 [25 October 2017]

I am the wild encapsulated in human flesh torn by human worries, human anxiety set me free to be the wild thing I wish I could emulate © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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928 [04 October 2017]

The sunburst in my chest warms and tingles all the way to my toes, flowing golden through to my fingertips. It feels like all the possibilities, probabilities are all falling in line, that something bright and beautiful awaits me over … Continue reading

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927 [03 October 2017]

whether you and I remain just as friends or pass into something more perhaps something less I wake each day now and life no longer seems the insurmountable mountain it can be © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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919 [09 September 2017]

His voice whispers to me of the things he wants and my body rises to meet his demand. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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916 [06 September 2017]

What is love? A fallow, fleeting thing that never settles in the heart of those who might wish for it most. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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914 [06 September 2017]

I gave up on love long ago. When the idea was fresh, innocent sweet and sugary pop, I wallowed in its promise of clear skies and sunshiny days. As time passed and it mellowed in to a sweet honey savored … Continue reading

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912 [05 September 2017]

He is like a secret treat, savored in quiet, his words uplift and enrich a day that sometimes seem too long. If only at the end, it was he who I returned home to. © Johanna Kaye Fugitt 2017

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911 [03 September 2017]

The fantasy is broken, where you and I ever possibly, may be, might be, could be. My insecurities rise like the gates of a castle, deep like the moat around it. You were never supposed to be. Intentions never meant … Continue reading

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