cynicism
Hush up girl its not a bad life
If i don't write this then the thing I REALLY want to say will never make it to the surface…
The more I push down the longer the line gets
The creative juice is really starting to ferment. I mean I appreciate a probiotic as much as the next lad, lot, lad-body
But it's more like oj sat on the counter long time,
It's funky, it bites
I can hear your thoughts
Imagine something else tho
You know a place of belonging, of home, a place you haven't been.
Keep searching
Don't ignore their words when you can't declare an origin
don't ignore their judgement, you do the same to you.
In the tall grass
Golden hues
A giving blue
Sultry fuchsia
Enlightened purple
Pines pierce my view
Life green against night black rock
I cry
These are the hues of being alive.
Acceptance
In a state of flow one moves forward with something, some force. A twig falls into a river and is in flow with water. I uncovered I needed to be in flow with me, in acceptance of me. Prior to uncovering this truth, I nearly tried to burn myself alive…
is it the “new” or “knew” version…
Unless you’re the other kind of timeline jumper, where you travel to (fictionally) rewrite your past, you unsay, un-cringe yourself because now you have the 20/20 hindsight!