tHERsday,

1:43am

Traveling in-between an eagle and the phoenix
learning to love the unlovable from a binocular distance,
and the loved while finding peace in forgiveness.
Wrestling with darkness to transform it into light,
I am the salt of the eARTh, sometimes a nocturnal energy.
Acknowledging you are no different and i'm...
well i'm no better, no better than anybody but myself.

With Love, Elle. 

-crafty wildflower,

Today, I finally discovered the perfect mistake. 

 as a sweater...

& as a pair of pants.

Waking up to a cool breeze coming through my fifth floor window with three missing blinds that happen to be laying on top of me I was instinctively determined to wear a sweater today. Barely awoke and already running late to prepare for my ten o’clock class I anxiously grabbed my favorite sweater, ran to the mirror, put my leg in the arm of the right sleeve, then left. I looked in the mirror with confusion of why my legs were in the arms of my sweater and intrigued by the possibility this mistake could have. I imagined a great outfit; therefore, I found a belt and a couple of my crafty utensils and got to work. I believe the outcome of my morning mishap turned out to be a pretty snazzy pair of harem pantsJ.  

With Love, Elle.

Wednesday

Today an associate of mine asked me, “Do you want some more to drink? Your glass is almost empty.” I couldn’t help but to smile obnoxiously with joy, because three years ago I would have said the exact same thing. It is evident I have grown up some and my progression is becoming more evident day by day. I responded to her saying, "nah no thank you. my glass is not almost empty, but barely full."

With Love, Elle.