Some days you have no idea how you will do it. But every single day it gets done.
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Peace
Peace is always searched
Searched through feelings
In my feelings is amount of peace at the moment
Peace is felt at the moment
Peace is so and it is felt within
It is peace, which is searched through.
0„Damals wussten wir alles übereinander, heute weiß ich nicht mal ob du meinen Namen überhaupt noch kennst.“
#selfmade
2You among us
Just… How alone are we?
Are we really alone if we have a crowd to drown in?
Does it matter,
Is it important?
It’s a beautiful and disorderly world,
the secret you carry.
Is it important to let someone in?
0How is it possible to miss someone after one day as much as if you had not seen them your entire life?
0Siamo tutti una goccia
in un oceano di sentimenti.
-adropintheoceanfeelings
1A spectrum of societal upbringing
The word ’ society ’ carries so much pressure along with it. The idea itself is enough to make you question yourself numerous times. We keep altering ourselves, in the hope that one day, the society will accept us for who we are, what we like, what we do. All of it. Who we are? Have you ever been asked that before? Have you ever been in a position where you had to tell someone or write down in words who you were as a person? We think that’s its possible to categorize ourselves as one person. Like it’s so easy. Like you are only that one person all through your life. You ask me who I am, I’m sorry but I can’t define myself as one. I wouldn’t want to label myself. To make that an obligation. You can’t ever just be one person. As humans, we all have our different perspectives and based on that we react to different situations and behave accordingly in front of different people. We make choices, we know right from wrong. That is what makes us humans. You are a different person in different situations. You are not tied down to one. You could be fun and outgoing for someone or you could be shy for someone else or introverted to someone else. But with yourself, you’re a spectrum. A spectrum of all these people that are a part of a whole, that is you. Our society forces us to be different people. We are put in new and diverse situations everyday. Maybe today, a certain part of me helped and tomorrow, it could be another. I have perspective, I make choices. Those choices I make, make me who I am. And I live to discover new parts of me. To be different and open to change. To be better. Our society nurtures us in such a beautiful way, it gives us structure and a foundation to begin with. Without a beginning, you wouldn’t ever be where you are today or reach wherever you’re destined or wish to be.
💜
0She walks in like California, talks more like Tennessee, she was raised to find a gentleman, her momma sure loves me. -Jon Langston
13I find your scent lingering on my sheets,
Intoxicating me before I go to sleep.
This could be the reason you’re always in my dreams.
0I wish feelings never existed.
Without feelings I’ll never understand what depression is.
With feelings I’ll never look free.
If that makes sense
1It’s not a conscious thing
Panicking
It’s a bit of a wrongness
An offness
A promise
It’s a brain who had too much
Or not enough
Serotonin to drink playing puppet master
It’s a vow of shaking and
Light-headedness
A bleak sleep
A deep sleep of seeping scenarios
And gross molestation of mind
It is demons in tandem
And angels cornered as
Flames lick up around them
It’s awkward and
Silent for a beat
Then screaming at me
Shrieking for oxygen or
Blood or air to sustain
Crushing and crunching pain
It’s not a short
Easy
Or conscious thing
Panicking
It’s whale song heard from
Miles and miles off
Unintelligible to man
It’s slow burning and
Twisting in perpetuity
The panicking
Is awkward and off balance
No discernible center
Raging fire
Whale song
Contorting
Puppet master
I want, I need, to sleep
But cannot
It’s maladjusted it’s a
Squished up thing painted with
Wrongness
Wrongness by paige/hyacinth
0- I’m the bell that doesnt ring, but neverending do I scream.
- I am the stones within the stream, slick on stability and too loud to think.
- I am the vastness in the sky, no clouds for miles but raining all the time.
- I’m the milk in her coffee, the bitterness lightens but the sweetness rests softly.
- I am the wind in her hair, creating a mess in tangles and executing what’s fair.
- I am the pillow she cries into at night, soaked not from orgasm but every other fight.
- I’m the ailment of winter, hot cheeks and dry skin, loathing the space I’m in.
- I am the first blade of spring grass, vibrant come summer from the dead ash.
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