Fear, uncertainty, release, vulnerability.
The fear that you’re not supposed to be moving so quickly, so assuredly to an unforgiving landing. Uncertain if the land will leave you with breath in your lungs or intact bones in your legs. The release of the pressure that is standing, keeping yourself whole and unbroken and tall and strong. Vulnerable because you are no longer standing and strong, but defenseless to the ground that is rushing up to meet you with a smile of disaster.
Falling usually ends in breaking, in disaster, in needing to be fixed.
But sometimes falling is good. It’s fun, thrilling. When you fall out of an airplane and feel that rush of excitement in the bottom of your gut. When adrenaline is fire in your veins before you pull the string to release the parachute.
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Producers create couples to be torn apart and
Playlists are filled with songs about broken hearts
Paintings are gloomy and dimmed with dark shades
Like red, black, brown and fifty shades of grey
Is the love story of our generation
A man in need of control and a woman fed delusions
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The waters rise I’m afraid I might die but I swim until the water covers my eyes.
The waves are rolling and the sea crashes, unforgiving and controlling.
I don’t want to give up the fight to save my life and make it all right.
I’m lost in the ocean. I’m falling, drowning in slow motion, losing all emotion.
It’s when everything goes black, and I know that, I won’t make it back.
I don’t know how long I’m gone. I wake up to a soft song, mourning who I was.
I thrash and suck in for breath before I stop and embrace the easy, final death.
I’m one with the sea, became one of it’s creatures and let go of all I would be.
I try to imagine myself without
The desire to travel
I would see the same place
Never grow tired
A current of crisp aroma drifts through
Windows shoved up
Curtains haphazardly whipping
Free flow of morning breeze
Nose crinkling, I lay facedown
On an unfamiliar mattress.
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“Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”
Isn’t that such a wonderful saying?
‘You aren’t allowed to be angry.’
‘Just forgive the person that ruined your life.’
‘It’s no big deal.’
‘The anger is just hurting you. They’re fine.’
Well guess what?
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A good friend is always there for you.
I need to be that,
A good friend.
So I try, every day. When he
Needs me, I will wrap him up in a blanket
Give him a cup of hot cocoa
And listen while he explains
Alan Rickman ‘Click’ add portrait
What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be.
When someone you love is no longer with you
You mourn his loss with tears and flowers.
His impact in your life
Feels heavier than ever.
Maybe the weight makes it hard to breath
When the one you love leaves.
When the morning sun pulls at me,
while I let night’s sheet billow over my body,
as I sit in front of the keyboard and
silence purrs in the corners of my mind,
tickling my fingertips as
friends drag on dulled out conversations,
I’ll have it steaming in my hands.
It’s cold outside.
Colder than I’m used to.
She’s probably used to it.
I just traveled here.
She’s lived here for