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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Sipping my coffee with the sun. The wind is singing and the trees are turning. I think I have a new season coming too.
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 got tired of being everyone’s garden when all I have been given is weeds
Maybe I was selfish and accepted to be needed but they ran away when I thought throwing my dreams in the trash was enough for them. All I wanted was someone by my side.
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 […]
We live a life, constantly digging for our purpose.
Doodles of a sad child trapped in their own trauma.