Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Sun, 28 Oct 18 07:03:57 +0000 View Full Post I've been thinking a lot lately about how we never know who in our life is going to stick around. Sometimes the people we've known the longest we grow apart fr...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Mon, 22 Oct 18 11:01:57 +0000 View Full Post I am not a project to fix. I am not a puzzle without pieces Or a window pane Or a 404 page. I am curves to hold And a whisper on the breeze I am everything All...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Thu, 18 Oct 18 04:40:24 +0000 View Full Post I am a wall with bricks missing waiting to tumble. I am precarious. I am broken. I am easy to ignore but beautiful when seen. I am the reminder of what has ...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Tue, 16 Oct 18 23:49:56 +0000 View Full Post To come back to me, all it takes is three little words that are insignificant when separated. But when placed next to each other they are full of more meaning t...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Mon, 15 Oct 18 22:37:16 +0000 View Full Post What are you so afraid of? My desire to love you? My inability to see your imperfections as anything less than something to love? When you said you couldn’t, I ...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Mon, 15 Oct 18 01:03:11 +0000 View Full Post "I want to start again," he said. "We can't," I wanted to say. "We both have expectations of the other. We both know things about the other. I know you can't g...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Sun, 14 Oct 18 02:27:25 +0000 View Full Post It has been dry here lately and it's been making me remember how you described the Mid-Western town you grew up in. You talked about the dust being whipped up i...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Sat, 13 Oct 18 07:50:34 +0000 View Full Post Today I needed space. To grieve, to heal, to sift through the remnants of previous lives that no longer exist. Today I needed arms around me, holding me close....
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Fri, 12 Oct 18 08:38:27 +0000 View Full Post We stood at the counter of the candy shop on Southbank and watched as they stretched the fluid sugar into sticky threads of rope. Our arms hung by our sides an...
Post by Isabel Bekkersari (@bekkersari) on Wed, 10 Oct 18 08:41:56 +0000 View Full Post We put ourselves under too much pressure. Me by giving you what you wanted. You by thinking you had to follow throw on groaned desires. We were always destined ...
