Some days might be terribly hard on your own, but I assure you- There is enough love in the world to get by without them. Don't let them do that to you. I would rather be free and alone than nothing at all.
Sometimes I wish I could scramble my brain sideways so that maybe I could relate to people better. Most days I can accept the separation but some days are still hard. I realize I'm not the most lovable. I'm not the kind of person you come visit. People only miss me out of nostalgia or the idea of me but I'm a waste of time in person and I'm no life of the party. I don't know how to assimilate. I don't know how to spend time with others any more any ways. I don't know how to care about the surface. And the only people that will ever go out of their way to be around me are those who want to fuck me or own me. I need community but I don't even think I'm capable of it- i think I cut the strings on the helium balloon a long time ago and I usually don't mind wandering space but sometimes it would be nice to visit land here and there. If I'm not free and alone I die but every so often it's just a little too loud and a little too quiet and resembles the grave regardless.
Do you ever feel like you are two different people in one body and like you've spent the last 4.5 months living out only one of your halves and now you feel pent up to the fucking ceiling with the other half of who you are and you just lay in bed tallying up the months until you can put this half of you on a slight back burner and reacquaint yourself with your other side in a separate season and you're foaming at the mouth because this run on sentence gave you cotton mouth or is that just me? ...asking for a friend #yeahmeneither
I'm selling prints of my photographs to earn money for my trip to Spain. Feel free to holler if you have any questions. More to be added soon! etsy.com/shop/westendwingnut
it鈥檚 not an external mismatch as much as it is a chemical imbalance/
despite what I pursue or forgo there is still rain in me. There鈥檚 not much sleep in this self contained weather yet every molecule is greatly exhausted.
I鈥檝e crossed through聽
the braided rivers,
the silver bridge,
north as north,
south as south,
surrendered to love,
and kept forward in motion-
but still, it knows where to find me.聽
shout out to my guy for keeping the candle lit when the night comes for me. I can't stress enough the value of still being loved even when I am in progress.