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Mary Magdalene (2018)
I could use a vacation from life every now and then.
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Children of Paradise (1945)
Won’t you fill them? (C.B)(6.24.18)
Cradle my head in a hutch.
This life is heavy enough.
Hypersensitive to touch.
Magnifying specs of dust,
And those mountains, I may never climb.
If only I allowed myself time
To sit still and clear out my mind...
Sensory lost in the fog.
Take my brain, feed all the dogs
And bury my head like a bone.
These tumid thoughts, they won't leave me alone.
Wishing and wailing for time
That I've always had yet I've never used right.
Internal conflicts, committing the crime
Of wearing you down for I'm riven inside.
I don't believe this.
I don't believe this,
But I perceive this.
Why? I don't know.
Howling at ceilings.
I'm self-deceiving,
Causing my problems
All on my own.
I feed myself neglect.
It's all in my head.
I know.
I don't know.
It's like all some delayed reactions to the plethora of past lives that lived and died being mute in response to distress.
I know.
I don't know.
Maybe.
Sometimes my head feels like a propped open door that's just waiting for the breeze to pick up and swing it open slamming.
I know.
I don't know.
I feel faulty.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
It's not you.
You are a beautiful blessing to this world fighting to stay strong and carry on with time.
I'm here.
I'm trying.
I love you.
I feed myself neglect.
“Nothing exists by itself alone. We all belong to each other; we cannot cut reality into pieces. My happiness is your happiness; my suffering is your suffering. We heal and transform together.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh (via abiding-in-peace)
My own head space is quite often the worst place to be.
I've never looked for acceptance or understanding.
All I've tried to find is your comfort and happiness.
All I want is to live alone, with you.
I am terrified of letting you down.
I feel unlovable and unnecessary. I don't want to be a dull point of your day. Sometimes it's just too easy really dislike yourself.
Whatever it takes.
(C.B) (4.10.18)
I love you so much. I’ll do whatever I can to help you grow and believe in yourself.