I sit here today and I think of you. I think of you often, everyday even, but today it’s supposed to be different because today is your birthday and it both is different and isn’t different all the same. The missing you is still the same, the cruel way the brain can skip down memoryContinue reading “Discourse on Grief”
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questions
Me and my crystals and mywine. My feelings are so fucking loud I can’t drownsuffocateforgetleave behind. Everything sticks to megoodand bad. It permeates my skin itforms my being.I am an amalgamation of my experiences. Balance balance balance!!!! All I seek is balance. No wait all I seek is to be seen…..understood. What do you doContinue reading “questions”
in my dreams
I’ve been dreaming about you what can I say, you twinkle and dance around my thoughts like nothing, like everything. My memories drip and burn with you I feel you on my skin when I wake up I spend my day consumed with trying to figure out the snippets of unreality all that I’m leftContinue reading “in my dreams”
inescapable waves
Everyone knows that at the depths of despair, grief is all consuming like you’re drowning in the middle of the ocean with out a soul in sight or a harbour to call home, but what about the waves, that come later and later, fewer and farther apart, less of an impact but they’ll knock theContinue reading “inescapable waves”
“suicide” is not a dirty word
Meghan’s interview has got me thinking,reflecting on my own experiences& the human experience. Watching people argue & analyzewhether or not she meant itor is just being dramatic, trying to garner sympathy. I can’t help but see the parallels to my own story.My whole life I’ve been toldmy big feelings make other people uncomfortable. I shouldContinue reading ““suicide” is not a dirty word”
big questions
Do you claw your way back from oblivion?It’s easy to sit here in all of my moods and sayit would be easier to just not feel at all. When you’re in that moment, when you feel the life draining from you,your consciousness fadingout, are you suddenly desperate not to leave? Sure, life is grim andContinue reading “big questions”
dream sequence
What dreams do know,as they float about,we sleep softly andyet, our heads are in places much remote. A sigh, a toss, a turn,reliving ones lossin the dark of nightit’s hard to know what’s wrongwhat’s right? These dreams do lie,and play their tricksthey dangle promises on our lipsso that when we wakethe sweetest painjust to haveContinue reading “dream sequence”
letter from a girl who also lost her brother.
Welcome to the club. It’s a club that no one wants to be a part of and memberships are non refundable. While no two memberships are the same, there are some parts that remain consistent. Most people won’t understand. That’s okay. Some people will act like it’s not a big deal. It is. Don’t letContinue reading “letter from a girl who also lost her brother.”
escapism
Can you feel it? The call, the call to the unknown. The urge to run to flee to frolic to just fucking go. I hear the wind and I close my eyes and I imagine myself light as air, floating through time and space just going, somewhere else, some other time. I feel restless allContinue reading “escapism”
pretty words for wicked girls 