The art of lying

Make art and breathe again.

Be free and love life.

Get rid of the ache in your chest and the burning in your throat so they disappear without a trace and never return.

Ever again.

Let your shoulders slouch and your jaw relax, remove your tongue from the roof of your mouth.

Take deep long breathes without a stutter in between them.

Dreaming of a slow life without the worry, without the chaos. Give space and make time to figure out who you are and what you love. Be fun and silly, the kind of mom that your child adores, looks up to and adapts all the best habits and not the worst ones.

Have the courage to be completely honest, vulnerable, and unafraid to heal all the parts that are stuck lingering inside your body.  

Am I a liar? Or am I living a lie?

Truth be told, I never loved the edges of this life.

You feel like you’re living inside this body and mind that isn’t yours. Who created this? Where did it come from? You’re not able to be honest with yourself let alone anyone else. Are you conforming to whatever is right in front of you? Do you even know what you desire, want, or need anymore?

God doesn’t want this for you.

What the hell are you doing? Do you free yourself from the ties that bind you to this life where you fear everything and nothing is for you. Or do you dig deep into your soul, deep in the trenches of prayer.

Break yourself apart so you can be put back together again, open your eyes, and surrender all that you have been so you can become all that you are made to be.