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mindmypeelings · 4 years
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still
i am calm deep in silence idle in my thoughts
however, my stillness does not depict calm it embodies my agony it obscures the chaos
i desire to break free to paint the world, but when i emerge i am black and white
the colours are caught in my idle thoughts
- i am still
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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the trail
the teeth of my sole digging into the ground, the dirt crunching against my feet
picking up pace with each step, hurtling down the rugged trail
abruptly skidding to a stop, as I catch my breath from the shift in altitude
the leaves bustling against the cool breeze, the warm sun pressed against my skin
thinking to myself, there’s no place i would rather be
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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dream vs reality
ever had a thought about something that happened, wishing you said or did something different
you recite every word, every action, over and over, obsessing
ingrained into your head, registering as a memory
eventually unable to distinguish, is this a dream or reality
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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fake smile
masked with a fake smile, “i'm fine” I uttered without a single thought
believing i was better, i was in control, i was happier
in reality my heart torn, my brain hemorrhaging, my body petrified
hoping someone will see my pain, faintly muttering, “please help” but nobody notices, i am alone
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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glow stick
i am like a glow stick, shattered in half, shaken till rearranged, tossed around
agitated so the truth is catalyzed, fractured so i could heal, tarnished so i could shine
why did i have to lose everything, before i could see anything
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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sunshine
your connection is like a sunshine, enveloping my body, warming my heart
i never realized how much, i took the skies for granted, until one day it is pitch black
overcome by darkness, alone, disconnected
i could not be better, do what was necessary, now i am left in this abyss
to fill this empty void longing in the only i trust, but feeling like a burden with nowhere to turn
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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feelings
i am like a swarm, complex and scattered, confused and misunderstood
words incoherent, drowning in emotions, struggling for support
wanting to escape, trapped and isolated, torn apart
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mindmypeelings · 5 years
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The Tarzan Method
You have a goal, a place you would like to be, or a person you would like to become in your life. Whatever that goal is, you can’t just reach your goal by following a straight line.  There will always be road blocks or challenges that you have to overcome to reach that goal.
The Tarzan Method suggests that to get from one side of the jungle to the other, you grab onto the first vine you see and you hold on for dear life swinging in whatever direction that vine takes you.  It doesn’t exactly swing in the direction you were intending but it gets you a little bit closer to where you want to go.  You grab the next vine and again it doesn’t swing you exactly where you want to go, but you are that much closer.  You keep swinging from one vine to the next and eventually you will reach your goal.  Each vine represents significant moments in your life.  Each vine will teach you valuable lessons that you will carry with you throughout your journey.  This will be your life experiences that shape who you are.
For most my life this is what I believed in and it is what kept me focused on my goals.  I thought I was on the right track going from one vine to the next.  Not knowing what adventures each vine might bring, but having faith that each vine will take me somewhere important.  However, this year has brought me a lot of pain and suffering beyond my control.  I have gone through many challenges in the past. But this is not another vine that feels like it’s supposed to teach me something.  It feels like I have been knocked off the vine I thought was bringing me so much hope and direction.  Now, I am desperately hanging on by a thread.  With every bit of strength and determination I am gripping that last bit of thread with everything I have.  I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.  I don’t know if I will be able to climb back up and swing to the next vine or will I just fall to my fate.  I don’t have a destination, nor a plan, only the willingness to survive.
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