She will expire in loneliness, the kind that creeps up slowly, meshing itself into all of the times she said she was alone but never lonely. Alone will be the only space in which she finds the deepest solace and the heaviest weight. She will spend the remaining years in quiet; just her and the … Continue reading She | Otherkin
There was once a time when I sent you love letters, and you smiled. You were far away, always, in either spacial distances or miles, even when you were right beside me. There were days when you thirsted for my words as if they were the last drop of liquid you'd ever drink again. They would … Continue reading You Used To Be My Muse
If dimensions were slightly rounded metal cymbals hung on a string, each would have a different ring to it. Likewise, if the hole was large enough for a simulated planet to pass through, then there would be a mental picture of the movement of strings holding planets as they slowly travel up into higher dimensions. … Continue reading Universal Ethereal String
but if you don't want it, the full heart and the thriving; if you are wound tightly inside the cusp of your victimoness, afraid that if you shine no one will notice, your hands will grow bruises and your fingers will become weak from gripping so deeply to the pain. change has to rise in … Continue reading Ethereal Strings
How many times have you heard this said? "Damn hashtags. I hate those things!" Usually we dislike systems and technology changes that we do not understand. Technology can be overwhelming. Add on change and it can get downright scary. Yet, if you plan to stay abreast with trends that you love, I suggest you become … Continue reading Why You Are So Afraid of Hashtags
I am crawling Beneath barbed wire. It is rigged With explosives. Shhh. Head down, Close to this ground, Knees deep in, sunk, Through the mud. I am dissociated From the change related To regular life patterns. I feel scattered. Into the caves I Disengage for battle. The end is near. I hear the echoes cackle. … Continue reading Through the Mud
I do so love to laugh. I love cynical, dry humor. I'm your "Running With Scissors" or "Mary and Max" type gal. Give me a dysfunction giggle any day. I get it all the way. In the midst of laughter I feel a seriousness settled into me. I don't have time to play around. That … Continue reading Life Is Serious
You've planned all week for Friday's dinner. You don't get out much. Hyperawareness keeps you home most times. There are the buzzing hive sounds of every patron's voice. There is the echo of the hustle and bustle. Surely, everyone in the establishment is looking at you, confirmed by the moments your eyes coincidentally meet more … Continue reading Recovery Time for Trauma Survivors
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