Friday, January 25, 2013


I unravel.

Parts once pressured under (or polished over) now boil to the surface. Not a foundation nor a filling fit for public consumption, but now they are steaming up the mirror. I cannot see through the fog. I no longer recognize the inside out girl in front of me.

The damage. The determination. The humor and the tears. The successes and the shortcomings. The memories. The reality. The imperfections and the honesty. The realization, gratefulness and anger. The incongruity and the lessons.

I am stumbling through this flea market where mine are not the only blemished goods for sale. It is a private gallery of low budget restorations. I pick the pieces up, and hold them to my body. I try them on for size. Why doesn't anything fit together anymore?


  1. LuLu, this is raw... so open, this touches me because I feel like this and I don't feel free to say it because everyone thinks I should be over it. Really! How do you get over the love of your life? This post spoke to me;-)

  2. This reminded me of a little cliche saying, "Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together."-Monroe
    If anything I hope it gives you hope, never forget you have the power to mold. No matter how jagged the pieces.
    Lots of love to you my dear xx

  3. if everything fitted together perfectly wuldnt that be boring that everything is safe no edgeyness no edge?
    doesnt it give life value and meaning?
    maybe is not about being broken or fixed its about surviving the cruelness f life
    i love the monroe quote melrose mentioned
    much love

  4. I love the way you write. I know I've said that before, but wow...the beautiful way in which you weave the words together. Not many people have that ability. Your heart shines through in your writing...

  5. I hate it when I fall apart. I can never find the bits I want to use when it comes time to put it all back together.

    I hope you can find the bits you need *hugs*

  6. take the bits and form something new, brilliant, sparkly... you already did. with words.

  7. Sometimes being broken makes us realize some things about ourselves we would have been overlooking otherwise.

    ✗ℴ ♡

    +To Me It Matters+

  8. I could feel the strong emotion in your post as I read along. I hope that the eclipse will be over soon you will see pretty sunshine in the mirror. In life, dreams are made and we walk to achieve it but somewhere along, storms hit and rip everything apart. What defines life is not the failure but how we dealt through the storm. Stay strong.