It feels tragic
It feels tragic – The way we push forward When feeling empty, Feeling nothing, Except what hurts – The way we ignore That sense of knowing That it’s all so … Continue reading It feels tragic
Tag: anxiety
“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”
Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.
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Let go of all else and just love.
Sometimes, the healthiest thing we can do for ourselves is to stop trying to fix things. Maybe things don’t need to be fixed, or at least not necessarily by us … Continue reading Let go of all else and just love.
Safe Place
It’s hard to breathe — to enkindle that lust for consumption — and be where I’m expected to be, when all I want is to do is draw the petals … Continue reading Safe Place
Escape by Transformation
There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation
The Indigence of Inhibition
Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,
“Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
Mid-sentence and crowded by a familiar stranger, something clicks over. The fear is back. The sweat percolates just below the blank space between each collar bone, in the narrow valley between … Continue reading “Searching for Lost Pieces of Self”
The great escape, sequence 32
As though I’d find that golden key, escaping from the corridors of my mind at 2:44 in the morning. Instead, revisiting familiar, forgotten rooms; the shelves that hide my adolescence … Continue reading The great escape, sequence 32