It's like I keep breaking over and over again. And I can't shake this feeling that I'm witnessing my own death. So many parts of me have been buried 6 feet down. So if you knew me then, you do not know me now.
Tag: poetry blog
Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors
And this is the part where I realize that there is still so much of my -self- that needs to be aired out and let go. My ego is shattering but the shards keep slicing me open and man, do they cut deep. I need to cauterize the wound. But it's not time. I am… Continue reading Self Reflection; Broken Mirrors
Quarantined Thoughts 333
I've been writing a lot of my thoughts down in my phone and on instagram lately so I decided to go through and make a collection of them. ❤ Let your thoughts breathe. I want to give up. I want to throw in the towel and get the hell off of this planet.… Continue reading Quarantined Thoughts 333
R E B O R N (Finding Purpose)
Though the stars have died let us bathe under their glorious light. What a spectacular view. And to be here with you? I am. Blessed. Come dance with me in the mourning. Time to open our minds to the journey. The one where we can be R e b o r n. Dance… Continue reading R E B O R N (Finding Purpose)
colorless silence
"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
Unraveling my soul 