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@75-7
“The pain of change lives in our resistance to it.”
“Let’s be honest” I told my heart last night. A big part of growing up for me has been learning to call things for what they are. To know when it is over, different, strange, foreign… to know. Getting familiar with a stranger is what it feels like. To get acquainted with the monster that can be change. Sit in it until it’s over, until I’m used to it.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
Berkshire Landscape by Tim Flach (2008)
Laying under my blanket and blasting a new album… feels so much like my younger self.
Daydreaming & hopeful
LET GO OF WHAT DOES NOT FEEL GOOD
FORGET YOUR EGO
Moss covering a volcanic crater // 2016-08-15
Better now :)🧠
If moving up and onward is good then why does it feel like that
Losing someone I love due to my own evolution is the toughest loss I will take yet. It’s a cruel reminder of the inevitable changes of life. violent
Im realizing that Im truly not unhappy. That even in disappointment I understand where it truly stems from. No outside influence can trigger me unless my inner reality calls to it. In other words, nothing and no one has an effect on my shit but me.
full Blue Moon
Im listening to old liked songs on Souncloud
my apartment is silent, dimly lit blue from the sun going down
Refreshed with sweet inklings of brighter days
Im remembering that I am the solution
I’ve been here all along