Do you ever feel like you’re stuck? Like you just want time to go by get things over so you can finally begin living the life you’ve always dreamed of? Advertisements Continue reading i want to start my life already.
I wake up in the morning and I sit down to meditate. The first thought that comes to mind is : ‘I can’t take this anymore.’ So I get up do things distract myself. Continue reading Distract myself.
Mindlessness. As in mindless. As in lacking a fucking a mind. As in lacking in good decisions. As in lacking in any decisions. As in being a robot. As in being in some unknown trance. As in being hypnotized. As in doing nothing but harm. Mindlessness. As in self-destruction. Continue reading Mindlessness.
Am I worthy? Am I worth your time? Am I interesting? Am I worth the try? Or am I just broken? Am I just a mess? Am I just a sad girl that does nothing but obsess? They obviously don’t know. They obviously can’t see. the mess I hide inside. It ‘s too much to believe. So I have to pretend. I have to deceive. Before the secret comes out. And everyone decides to leave. Continue reading Am I worthy?
Time. I fear it. I struggle with it. I want to make it go away. I fill it like a drawer with activities to delay it’s coming. But it crawls up on me. It eats me alive. It chews on my skin. It devours my insides. But now I must face it Face my biggest fear. Tackle it, to realize that it’s not a curse but a gift. Continue reading Time.
My house is made of glass. With each vibration, the entire foundation is at risk of falling down. Continue reading House of glass.
I can see it. I can see it is there. I can see it. On the other side. I can see them. Waiting for me. The people I love. All the things I’m destined to do. But they’re all far. Far away. Like looking through a telescope. Continue reading Telescope.
This is what you do. This is what you always do! ‘I’m miserable here’, you say. ‘I need to get out of here.’ ‘I need to leave.’ So you keep leaving, set off for your newest feat just to see that life isn’t ideal there either. Life isn’t ideal anywhere, honey. Wherever you go new difficulties will appear and every time you will find yourself something new to dwell on. And yet, whenever you come back you seem to forget about all that, and the problem again becomes … Continue reading A response poem to myself (#1).