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Words
I take words as if they are stranded insect wings and unite them with their bodies again through the magic of feeling so that they can take flight again on the wind of my passion each word is an empty vessel but with the mysticism of emotion we can make them come alive and be vital and thick to us like blood yet exquisitely transparent to all like a skylight
Monsters
Monsters hide behind the doors behind every door I walk into I’m confused, did they summon me? or did I explore enough to stumble upon them eleven hospitalizations down the haunted road of my mental health
Depression
Sadness is a nice emotion to be around a lot of the time It gives you a taste for meaning and maps to see the ocean but sometimes in a stranded, lonely second it can turn into depression you then feel like you’re stuck in a mind that plays shadow tricks to make the negativity grow bigger and more severe you then feel like you’re stuck with a heart that attracts disaster like an open mine
Extremes
In the winter I can feel the weight of what’s keeping the flowers from blooming again in the summer I can feel the intensity of life because it passes all around in colourful pleats of bicycles and towels and flowers they are so open and full they are vulnerable there is heaviness in every extreme
Mania
I feel like I’m trapped inside my own mind games a picture of chaos lays stagnant buzzing in my head then the soft bristles of peace wipe the picture clean and dry thorough as a cat’s tongue only to return after the mania invites itself back in like solicitor tall, hungry, bold, a magnetic and charismatic figure who when all is said and done, only leads to feeling like a mass power outage has occurred in my feelings
Inner Child
My inner child needs constant rearing and guidance when I cry it’s because I’m in close contact with her when I tell people exactly how I feel it’s her doing the talking I’m sorry, I thought you were the one who would protect her and nourish her when actually the most skillful thing I could have done is try to learn from my inner child myself what is hurting her at the moment that I can change? what can I do to protect her myself? but thank you for teaching me that I never cut her out of my head or soul and trust me she doesn’t regret a word to you that she said that was positive
Bucket List
I don’t want the end of my days to come without dancing with someone I love under the incubation of the sun in a rippling field of green to a tune the world knows the lyrics to a testament to us all being connected and I don’t want the end of my days to come without making a friend who I can laugh with until I shed tears like a tree sheds acorns and camp in the living room with but alas I have tall orders for my bucket list.