Ocean Tides

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Why does crying feel so good? Because it’s letting go of deep set emotion. Things that have been bottled up and buried erupt as the tectonic plates of being budge. Lava boils in the stomach and ocean tides fall from eyes. What a gift to let that burden rise. I used to judge myself for every tear. Because good girls are quiet with dry eyes. Now I know wild women let their waves crash. No space for a kiddy pool. They are loud. And free. Like the deep blue sea. And that’s what I choose to be.

xoxo, L

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a photo series with Mezmeriscenes