busybalancingblues

Poet • Virtual Artist 🌙

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Maybe some of us are really born like that; the need of being with someone isn't a need at all. We just need sky, stars, seashore, books, music, art to feel whole & happy.

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My mind doesn’t remember the hurt, it’s like a dusty, blurry picture. But my flesh & bones, they remember exactly how I felt, as if they reserved it because they were starving.

{ words from birth-givers }

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As a woman, when I say I don’t want to have to use my brain around my man I don’t mean I want someone to think for me or make my decisions. I mean I want the kind of safety where I don’t have to be strategic about how close I let someone get or second-guess whether I can fully rely on them. I don’t want to calculate how much love I’m allowed to show or wonder if I’m overgiving or overdoing it. I want to feel safe enough to love freely, without having to stay guarded.

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your calling will keep calling you until you listen

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A lot of times we're not dealing with unclarity but courage. And courage has its deep roots in self belief.

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My body feels so weak as if the flesh is melting away from my bones, because it can no longer hold the memory of all the anger, fear, disgust, frustration, despair, guilt and exhaustion it has collected over the years.

It feels as though someone has replaced my brain with a heavy stone, uprooted from a river bank that carries the memory of countless hits from the water that passed over it, carrying many tastes, but never once, touching it with softness.

My lungs feel heavy, as if someone emptied a bucket full of sand into them, that had the remains of all the unsaid words people left behind on the beach and never looked back.

They now, slowly rot my skin.

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A mirror, to how love between humans, so often called unconditional, has always been and will perhaps always remain, transactional. In one way or another, subtly or loudly, consciously or unconsciously. When love passes from one human to another, it carries this nature, whether one likes to believe it or not.

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Practicing any art form is a spiritual process.

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When a young adult struggles with self-worth, it’s often because they were fed words of doubt by the people they trusted, quietly shaping how they learned to see themselves.

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While building something own your own, the fear of looking like a failure is often bigger than the act of failing itself.

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I’d be safer with a tiger than with a human.

The most a tiger would do is eat me alive to fill its belly.

A human would drain my breath until there’s no air left,

eat my flesh once I’m gone,

wear my skin for cover,

burn my bones for warmth,

use my ashes to shield themselves from the sun.

And still, I’d be called the unworthy one.

A tiger with a full belly would sit beside me.

A human would never know restraint.

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I hope you see through and stay away from love that is always fluent in words but absent in action.

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