Jen Juice

There was a lot of time I spent numbing out until I saw a target in which I could focus on which would disgust me to the point of recalibration so I dove in – it was the only way I saw a way to save myself. 

Externalizing years of what I’ve been internalizing.

Gushing waves…. 

After the thrash of the profundity of life..death and the in-betweens I saw many relationships as benign endeavors like a splinter that needed to be removed. 

Whatever you give birth to – there must be an intention – it’s either conscious or not. You choose.

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