poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
The eclipse is coming, the energy is majorly off and raw and I am shedding more skin on a soulful, cellular level during this time and I am beyond exhausted. I find myself wanting more alone time than usual to not only dissect the "problem" but also to try and come up with any sort… Continue reading Eclipse Energy
It's always a shame whenever I have to push her away. She's so frail. I don't know if she will ever truly heal. I can't help but feel that I'm back to once again pick up the broken pieces; to be the adult. Because she can't be. Because she'll just cut herself on the shards… Continue reading switch
I can feel her fading away again. I can feel myself coming forward, ready for battle, arming up my stronger weapons, my dead- set characteristics. Life has pushed her around too much. She's tired, this I know. And we know if she stays present, fast asleep we will fall. I can't let that happen. I've… Continue reading switching
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
Feels like the sky is closing in. The clouds hurdling at full speed. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe! There's an ocean of panic inside of me, blood boiling over the cracks of the imperfect physique. My mind is swelling and the riptide is bound to catch up to me. I must… Continue reading waves of delirium
Unraveling my soul 