I’ve been suppressing myself to stitch and pick everyone else up. Why do I have to drop everything, rebuild everything, be the answer, keep peeling another layer off of me. I’m withered, burnt out, and lost. But no one asks if I’m okay, just throws more of their complaints, struggles and pain at me with […]
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Ruin is a gift, we all have cracks that we try to cover up. A smooth road would lead to no hidden gems, just comfort. The other cracks we meet could put our puzzle together, so let’s be easy on each other. The tea tasted by mistake could spark an idea, the dead end could […]
A Place Like This
In a bubble my distance is only so many feet. The trees, roads and sky always look busy. My anxiety is scared of the wind, the clouds are over my purpose. Can I skip to a new frame, somewhere far away where things don’t remain the same. I wanna go where the sky is pink, […]
I am Enough
Sometimes the loneliness swings back to me, I get these bad flashbacks. Deep in my head, I want an angel to wrap his gentle heated furnace arms around me while we are looking at the cherry blossoms, I want that connection attached like the oceans. It’s odd because I never felt affection, just pulled by […]
You are the blue sky, while he is the clouds. You are a rainbow that always smiles, while he’s the rain that understands my darkness.
I have all these wires and I feel I’m never myself, I’m just each wire at different times daily. A wire for work, a wire for family, a wire for close friends, a wire for social circles, a wire for the seasons, a wire for socializing, a wire for feeling, a wire for food, a […]
Finding Yourself
Draining the toxins out, breathing the light in. Spending time with myself to find who I’ve been hiding, to find the pure me underneath these filthy rocks that have been thrown at me. It was agony to crawl out of the tsunami of anxiety, insecurities, and depression, but I bled to live. I can sense […]
I’m afraid of finding happiness, because I’ll never wanna go back.
The thing is I don’t wanna be like the rest, maybe that’s why he feels so disconnected to me. Material things have never mattered to me and what others have thought has never offended me. I’m in my own world where I only chase dreams not beings.
The pictures you took by mistake and deleted could be meaningful to someone else. The same goes for our journey, every step could inspire someone, keep someone from dissipating and letting go.