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Tag: stream of consciousness
I Lay Here
your own truth can drive you mad
stream of consciousness 9.18
The consciousness of being human.
Around My City She Sleeps
There are people who learn to trust the streets. I think of their lives, how they have made darkness their day and daylight their night so they can stay alive. Where is the safe space when the alleys are teeming with the unloved at night, ravaged by the anger in their souls, screaming out their … Continue reading Around My City She Sleeps
The Pages I Rarely Share: Why Trauma Journals Are Healing
Writing cleanses the soul, and you don't have to be a writer to do it.
Stream Of Consciousness | 5.4
the dream / recurrent / dark planet of / cliffs and crevices we / leapt / trained / fought in / total darkness / only scent to / guide so / we became / adept to / aloneness and / the smell of / predators / repeat / through cycles / same space / similar … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness | 5.4
Stream Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
these days attention spans / are so full of lack / there are three seconds / three / yes only three / to get you to find interest in me / as if i could / wrap up a galaxy / in just three seconds / meme / scream / the social machine all these … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness | 6.18.15
Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
I am here weightless. Ear tuned to every sound. The fireworks are starting. A week filled with the explosions of war. I despise the celebration of generations who've been traumatized by genocide. Headphones. I'm trying to stabilize. Can I float off away from this place yet? Work to do, but goddamn, I'm tired. Inside. Down … Continue reading Streams Of Consciousness | 6.25.15
Stream Of Consciousness 6.5|15
What kept you silent, mother? Was it the denial of the screams echoing down the hallway every time the abusers' belts landed a blow to me? Did your heart really belong to their ministry? There are secrets that you shared without even speaking. Infectious connections I'm quickly uncovering. You are all earth and upturned stone. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.5|15
Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
Where do I go on nights when my skin aches; when I feel invisible hands gently massaging my heartache. I clutch pillows, squeezing into pieces until it mimics the human form. I am so far from home. Here alone, swept into the solitary existence of the empath; seeing signs in their eyes as they die. … Continue reading Stream Of Consciousness 6.1|15
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