Where is nowhere? On the edge of sanity, where all the color and magic resides?
I imagine cutting off contact with him probably made him treat my mother worse. I’m sure he took his anger out on her.
This past decade has been filled with many turns in the bumpy road I have traveled. I have pushed through deep depressions and sad realizations about this human existence. I have absorbed and grown my mindfulness and ability to receive and give love. I have waded through dissociative disorder peaks, organizing the many compartments of … Continue reading The Eye Of the Mother
I have dissected new sections of pain which remain in the hidden spaces of my brain.
They arrive swaddled and perect. You snap your fingers. They're adults.
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
I wonder what happens when one walks into the sea?
My gold is woven in possibilities and endless patterns of emerging change.
I can only sit and observe,
The winding streets of your hurt.
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
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