When you told me
“I’m on your team”
I believed that
You would not leave, and
I keep reminding myself
that you are the real deal, and
that
you
could stick around.
Wishful adventurer, bad climber, & writer of unedited poetry. A blog candidly exploring mental health, veganism, & the tiny things that make life worth living.
When you told me
“I’m on your team”
I believed that
You would not leave, and
I keep reminding myself
that you are the real deal, and
that
you
could stick around.
So 2016 did suck, in general. But it had some moments of beauty and fun and peace – if it didn’t, I wouldn’t be here right now. I want to end this year on a note of positivity. And if I can, I think the rest of us might be able to find some good […]
Few and far between. For every blog post published is pages and pages of poetry, scribbles, journaling and non-sharing. It’s time to slowly slowly slowly try and let go. It’s been a really long time since all of this and I’m still just okay and I know I’m sometimes distant and sometimes snappy and often confused. I’m trying though. Bear with me.
I know it should worry me
but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.
Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself
into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say
“hey,
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”
Breathe. There has been a lot. Of everything. Of those moments you’re so, so busy thinking about something that you’re not breathing. And a panic you don’t even notice or feel builds up but it’s numbness, you don’t seem to need to breathe. Only think. Tomorrow I will breathe, and I will do my job […]
OOPS! I kept up with this new ‘project’ for… *drum roll in my mind violently clashes with the Sigur Ros playing on Spotify*… TWO DAYS! I managed two whole days of writing and publishing in a row! Wow. And my explorations of my own feelings towards myself about achieving this? Well, I’m disappointingly shaking my […]
I don’t like the numbers and the decimals. I like long, drawn out things and constancy. Tomorrow is a long(ish,), full day I am excited for. And I wish for some honesty. I wish I could be wholly honest but that is not the expectation, the expectation is only to be kind, and firm, and […]