(via.)i have been to over 15 conferences i think.
this time i brought my perfume.
but.
i've never been to one like this.
weeping. praying. confessing.
so many confessions.
it was ugly.
and
gorgeous.
it scared me. but it also made me feel vibrant.
that was the word i used to describe it.
"vibrant."
bright. brilliant. huge. it burst my soul to pieces that were not really caught.
on the last night we discussed. "what are your views on drinking?" and then i dreamed of someone talking in poems.
it was so beautiful.
i am in love with praying. and emily dickinson. and the words cabarnet sauvignon.
my tea is getting so cold on the kitchen table. i need to go now.
i love you.
bella.
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