Sometimes I just let myself slip. Take it in while it lasts. Calling it what I want to. Or rather what I need to. Waiting to pick up the pieces. Knowing nothing can completely shatter me. Dropping my walls if even for a moment. Giving myself the allowance to feel it. Just a little bit. Before it will be ripped away. Letting myself slip. So I can pick myself up again.


  1. This is beautiful.

  2. lacey, you inspire me. so much. i miss your wisdom in my life. you added ,& still continue to add, so much texture to my problems & issues... & significantly enhanced my experience as a human being on earth. i miss your presence. i hope you know how much you mean to me.




[par-uh-shoot] noun, verb, -chut·ed, -chut·ing.
a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty