Monday, April 25, 2016

Feel Fear Less

If any tiny thing could come to my mind or if I could constantly be ready for the thoughts that fly in and out - I know some are gems, maybe rough and caked with mud, but just needing a little coercion to shine. If I could fear less. Feel fear less. I have let being afraid hinder me from so many things in this life. Purposefully in my subconscious performed sabotage on myself - if I slow everything down enough, I will not fail, just be too late - the safest thing I can do. Because if I try, then I really might fail, people might really hate what I have to offer, which is an extension of all that I am as a being in this spinning Carbon-based ball - and then what? Indisputable proof that I’m nothing. It terrifies me so much.

If I don’t try, if I don’t fail and fall and look like an asshole, well - here I’ll stay. Or worse. It’s hard to be brave.

Days like today where I feel all alone. I don’t know why either and here is how I’ve discovered you can never judge someone else’s life, especially making assumptions that life is easy for them because they have money or whatever other thing you see that you think makes it easy. People think I’m brave, and so strong, and hard, and insensitive. And that I’m always having fun, and never alone. So help me, sometimes I feel like the loneliest being that ever existed.

There are days, like today, when I just can’t muster the courage or momentum needed to even eat. Much less try to be funny or poetic or able to even find the right word right now to finish this stupid sentence.

Thursday, March 3, 2016

I don't know

I don't know what to say here. I haven't been writing much lately... which sucks. I don't know really why. I've been living a lot of life and thinking a lot or escaping a lot in the last... 2 years or so, I guess. Seems like a perfect writing mindset, but...

I don't know what to say here.

I have loved and fought and lost and loved again and been proven wrong and lost and am drowning in love currently... oh this love. this is that love. the one... and it is causing... overwhelming panic. Overwhelming panic. Good fucking god, how did I let myself get here? Overwhelming panic... mixed in with overwhelming happiness...

And yet...

I'm just not sure what to say here.

I can write something pretty, from the very depths of my stupid, weak, romantic heart. This stupid heart. "What does your irrational heart tell you?" he asks... "I don't want to listen to my irrational heart, she's a tried and true fuck up." Tried and true. Overwhelming panic. I listened to my irrational heart...

I can say that I am sitting on a couch adjacent to my bed in my "cave" studio apartment, and you, well, you're a little sick and sleeping in that bed. I'm listening to love songs on my headphones and feeling lovedrunk... real drunk... the overwhelming panic... and I'm trying to pull myself together. Because for fuck's sake. And you... sometimes you move. You breathe heavier and snore a little, and turn over. Your sweet smell and your sweet, soft breathing... You woke up abruptly for a minute... I asked you if you were ok. You asked me if I was... good god, can you read me in your sleep? What is happening? No, what has happened? Did this happen? Is it real? (Please be real. Please.)

Breathe, turn, panic, love... Love. love.

This made very little sense. I just don't know exactly what to say.


Monday, February 8, 2016

Less than air

What are the things you say to yourself
When a person who used to love you
(who you "used" to love)
Purposefully makes you a stranger
a ghost
a cloud
the mist...

...to make it not feel like someone let the air out of your entire being?