Tilly Evan Jones

I have been collecting my bones. Looking in all the right places, and all the wrong. The bones of me have been scattered, some left with past lovers, some left with past homes, most just left.

As I collect them I learn that some of my most lost bones, some of my darkest, some of my shadow bones are yearning to reconnect with all of me. I learn that I need these dark shadows, The light of me yearns to rest in shadow, to dance with my shadow. My bones are creaky, unused, disconnected, unloved.

I am collecting the bones of me, gathering them into my soul, warming them, healing them. Letting them be me

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