They sang, mom, you were right.
The birds continued to sing and I finally heard them...among them my heart rested in downy feathers. It is possible to be free and completely captured.
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#iwillgoburymyselfnow
If only I was angry. If I was angry I could maim, I could rupture and destroy. Instead I timidly ask, as if it is even a question. Just a simple request, please leave me alone, thank you. I wished for bravery years ago. I wished and wished and never truly gained the bravery necessary to dish out what I have been served again and again. Right now I need a hand to hold. Right now I need a place to run, a hole to bury myself in. Right now I am afraid. I am nervous and scared and sad. I don't know if I can do this. I even think I might break apart. I think I might not be able to finish it....What if I am stuck like this forever? What if I wake up and I realize that I have been faking it for so long that I don't even want to see what I look like. How is this done? If only I was angry. If only you wouldn't cry. If only I didn't love you.
Stop writing down everything, it makes me nervous
{The Lacuna , by Kinsolver } Since when did the human mind have a boundary. How dare you shut me out. How dare you decide what the mind is capable. How dare you tell them not to listen. How dare you. We allow you to speak un sheltered. You who we allow to speak without any boundaries, underlined and bold printed.
Keep on doin' that rag
You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset No one is watching or standing in your shoes Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning Everything promised is delivered to you Don't neglect to pick up what your share is All the winter birds are winging home now Hey Love, go and look around you Nothing out there you haven't seen before now
broken open
i can't stop thinking i keep trying to stop to pause but its like reading, once you can read you cannot not read the signs on the side of the road. next time you are dreaming however, try to read something within your dream. then try to read it again. is it the same? can you? this is the place i feel that we defends our sense of self. we created self and then we fear anything that affects what self is.
Something happened to me last night
It was like a swelling of butterflies came tumbling out And smacked into my teeth. They proceeded to tumble around in my mouth cavorting and spinning. They tasted like warm butter and golden lamps on nighttime streets. They hit the roof of my mouth with such force that I was unable to keep them caged there. So I opened my lips In that dark room with only one light and the old green wallpaper. The music was barely audible int he speakers on the desk and my arms we falling asleep from holding them up for so long. They dripped past my lips to land on my lap with a crispness and then they rolled along my bedspread like sprites iceskating on that frozen pond from that one scene is Fantasia. They lit up the room like some sort of screen and it was illustrated with such beautiful freedom. Every single word tasted savory and every single freeing of a word was like another being invited to the midnight tea party.