Morning coffee, Outdoors, Silence – my Top 3 Any given day. 081122
Morning coffee, Outdoors, Silence – my Top 3 Any given day. 081122
Explore Moving around outside my comfort zone finding experiences I normally wouldn’t seek; existing in my own space… Feeling out the vibes that most align with my current energy. 270522
I don’t even think about you anymore; You’re more a fleeting thought or a passing memory these days; And even scrolling past a picture of us or you doesn’t hit my heart as hard as it once did – Now I’m just… grateful, and wish you the best. My scars are healing and the triggers …
Tell me where I was misshapen that others always feel the need to “mold” or reshape me – My being true to myself disturbs the comfort of others so much that their first instinct is to change me instead of simply accepting me. 22522
The Internet told me it gets better with time and I want to feel this, this… better they speak of; Seems like every time I’m close enough to reach it, touch it, be it it’s snatched away. Or, maybe it runs… Either way, all I’ve ever known is pain, and confusion. I just want to …
From one minefield to the next, I’ve somehow managed to avoid the triggers – the bombs still blow but the explosions happen in my mind, unending afterimages of destruction and I use my reality as the gurney that hauls away the limbs ripped from the body of work created by harboring all the pain and …
To the friends I may never find and the tribe we’ve yet to become; To the lover I may never meet the twin life fire whose soul remembers mine, the sparks that still have time to fly and the connection we haven’t formed in this life; To the abundance and purpose that may never find …
Lately I’m only just noticing that I tend to begin to explain to you exactly what I’m doing as soon as you enter the space I’m in before you can even ask or assume; It’s almost like you’ve conditioned me to tiptoe and overexplain; these eggshells have already cracked under the pressure I’ve been putting …
I always feel a slight sense of discontentment or disappointment when I find myself saying or thinking, “next time.” Maybe it’s because I’m frustrated with myself at how it always seems like I’m trying to squeeze too much into a single day [or sentence]; setting expectations for myself that are way too high to climb and …
So what if my writing sometimes refuses to go any deeper than surface level and touch all the raw, sore spots, the gaping wounds, imprinted onto me by the egopinions of everyone but myself? Maybe I’m just tired of pain, and the remains of my own ego seek to shield me from the traumas of …
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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