Personal blog
Intuitively, she felt that she needed do something that would bring some light into her world. As was often the case, writing helped to lift her up.
It felt like she needed to dig into the soil of her soul and uncover what she needed to hold there to be able to land on the purpose she wanted to find.… Read the rest
Spiralling down and further down into despair.
Something had happened
since she had found a label for her psychology.
Something had landed,
And now she was at the bottom of her world,
Willing tears to come.
Or for something to break,
So she could see through the splinters.… Read the rest
The floodgates opened,
Words that had been held static for days,
Stood up and demanded to be set free.
They flowed out into the night air,
Circling in eddies on the edges of her building.… Read the rest
As much as she wanted to patch things up, she was not willing to revert to the kinds of writing that she did not enjoy reading again years after the fact. She did not want to write Atlas a letter. Because he did not write back.… Read the rest
No strength to work with abstract concepts online,
When nothing else but human connection will do.
And I let my life line drift out to sea,
Because I can’t pour from an empty cup.
Words, even if they are just connecting to myself,
Save my soul from despair.… Read the rest
Painting with words feels indulgent today.
my stomach is in knots and my heart feels so low,
If there is no warmth here and no compassion,
perhaps there is no way back.
it doesn’t feel right.… Read the rest
Perhaps the reason why my intuition wanted me to be quiet,
Was to avoid saying things that I would regret later. (And now probably will)
Somehow, I want to reciprocate what is not said about this connection.
By not talking about it.… Read the rest
Feel like I want to bathe my mind in effervescent apple cider,
Not sure what it is that my soul needs tonight,
Can try writing. It might allow my soul to percolate in words,
For a few.… Read the rest
Bathing in the sun,
Driving feels like such a glide this afternoon.
tired from the lack of expression,
just letting the things I learned about male behaviour land.… Read the rest
Maybe she had no mandate to be angry about the concert. She had not mentioned it in weeks. There was no plan.
As she thought about the timeline of her evening the night before, she knew that what she was angry about was the fact that Atlas had ignored her pain.… Read the rest