Her Darling Diaries
your darling, she dresses like a painting & smells like poetry
~Jas | herdarlingdiaries
This is my dreamscape and I thought it ought to be time I owned it, in all the messy, chaotic, beautifully imperfect & nonsensically poetic, romantic whimsical lenses I have on about the world and the adventures I go on.
It's no wonder I end up writing, dancing, creating content and float into an abyss of writing melancholy poems some days, and end up in a breakdown on others.
My biggest issue and blockages so far has been internally, but definitely influenced by everything externally. I felt if I wanted to do fashion, I couldn't do dance, and if I did marketing, then I couldn't content create. I also felt for a long time a need to hide my artistic and extremely creative attributes and tendencies and they seem to serve no function. I am willing to put things behind, let myself grieve lost time, lost identity, lost faith and most importantly, self-love and self-trust.
In these very personal heart-to-heart darling diaries, I hope to dive into my journey, struggles and light-awakening moments. I hope it resonates and come journey with me in finding these answers.
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It's the golden hour
we stand together
on grasses we float
with rosé in hand
pink dresses we adorn
all sunnies and heels break lose
freed from cold's hold
praying the rays never cease
with welcome cheers and smiles shining through
we run, we jump we prance
as little girls do
to twirl, and sing, and dance
to our hearts' content
what the hearts desires,
the body enacts without hesitation
our childlike demeanors on display
only in summer, basking in rays we miss
is then our little girl's joy in life
presently at play
presently on display
presently in the present
summer is finally in london to play
