Myself: A lost, confused, sexual woman waiting for something exciting to happen, lacking ‘take-action’ skills and a typical mindset. All-knowing of the concept of death and love. A dreamer, not in touch with reality the slightest bit. A detached bundle of vulnerablity and youth stretched out beyond conception. In love, a burning fiery strong love that leaves me wondering how I got here, in such a hurry, how I got here at just the right moment. Lacking the stability of normal living but content with it as if it is just an infinite non-effecting problem that never seems to hurt. Let’s get through the days that trouble us the most so that we can tell stories and realize that it was all worth it in the end. Whether it be a melancholy day alone or a wild romp through the night, we all exist and we all discover new things and ideas. We are all people. It may not make sense to us now but later on we will love it all the same.
Representation, maternal bliss, the after a death, everything sums up to everything. Every strand and amend is pieced together in some immaculate way. All lives, all love and faith has some way of getting to someone, to make you and everyone around you feel essential to well-being.
All life leads to a sad and mourning death; it all end the same way for everyone whether you did well in life or not, we all have the same faiths and responsibility looking over our shoulder all, everyday.
All higher power will loom over us til’ the day everything perishes and disintegrates into falling stars of grey and blue.
I'm going through my past journals, so basically all I'll be posting is poems, etc. I hope you enjoy them! :)
The coral pink ribbon falls from my hair, dropping to the ground as I reach my light complexioned hand out to catch it, I fail
"No!!" "Forget the ribbon," the moon shines down onto the evenly flowing pool of grass The forest is caressing my whole soul with a strong humid wind like a sheet of glass
"This dream will end," the stars wink to me from above and shimmer and shine, each their own, like a twinkling snowflake falling from the atmosphere
I run, as one with my surroundings My ruffled dress catching the breeze behind me in an ethereal dust, no one beckons me I just run, no fear, no complexities The only noises I hear are my bare infant-like feet pounding on the saturated Earth and the clattering of the looming trees interwining