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My son is growing up like a flame in oxygen....how is it that his neocortex is firing off like St Elmos fire with exponential efficiency on a daily basis and yet his conversations with me have...
Friends are important. They stand by your side in danger. They forgive you when you are a brat to them. They let you cry on their shoulder when you are upset.
I find it very strange how people often talk about how they miss someone so passionately. Maybe I'm one of these keep calm and carry on wannabe war wives, but honestly I don't feel it.
Everything I write (if it is to be read by any other person) is always a re-write of a re-write of a re-write.
Dont reject What I expect This is my life This is exactly who I am I am what you see Yes I give a damn And yes Of course I'll understand It's all I ever do It's all I ever am But for once Don't...
I was a girl, rushing through hallways, opening doors. Doors to rooms I'd never seen before, or at least I felt like I didn't recognise them. Rushing and spinning and feeling lost, anxious, alone.
Me. I am you. I am both my mums and dads and theirs also. I am the brothers and sisters I grew up with and the dog I grew close too.
I walked into a room which I've seen before but it has a different significance now. I saw a girl standing there before me, she looked different from the last time I stumbled upon her.
I recall the seductive screams of loves lost causes; Scorning my soul with their contempt. As they drag through their damnations, battered and worn.
I now have love That will never be returned, That I can never act upon, For it will break me up, Rip me into shreds Scattered in the wind.
Try to fix things. Make them worse. Try to apologise, make it a mess. Try to explain my predicament, try to enlighten them. Make it complicated.
See all I ever wanted was to be relevant. Just tell me that I ever meant anything or you could ever see me and you in another light.
I loathe the person I've become.
I often wonder why good things never stay in my life for very long. It's like I'm not worthy. Friends, family, lovers... The later hurts the most. Grasping something so tight.
There's no way of knowing where i'm going. Instead of living i'm supposed to sit back; floating. Go with the flow and be patient, Stay seated in your proper station.
You used to have a place in the world. You were seen as a rising star by some, with lots of potential. Then life happens and you're left to burn out.
What is hope. Is hope the feeling that everything will be ok in the end. Is hope the predecessor to something great. Is it your heart willing to believe in something you want.
So you want someone to talk to so you buy the room a round so you can breathe and move with another body's sound, you choose it so you you can feel the fifteen so-so years spent from her side so the...
This is how is see the difference between happiness and joy.
I'm back for good. I was going through a rough time and I'm past it. I'm done with all of that stuff. I've learned that everything you do follows you. Some of you will always see me as you did.
You may have noticed, my friends, a certain delay In my posting of a new Opuss today. Fear not. I've not left, I couldn't do that, Opuss is my favourite metaphorical cat.
when we were young, we didnt have a care in the world.
A melancholic life is one of sorrow periodically dashed with pure happiness, it is one that drives you to the extremes of existence, it is one that teaches you to survive... There I go again...
On with the heart of the matter. The conversation blushed, with a swift redirection: But how are you. What have you done.