Kaleidoscope Dreams

Mind it races, heart it paces ♓

[kaleidoscopeofdreamss]

Shrinking

An ecosystem of fragmented egos

The shrapnel of wounded souls

No steady limbs to reach for when afraid

No quiet corners to enter when unsafe

A lonely abyss of generational trauma

Where my voice echoes into muteness

And so I shrink

As small as I already feel

As tiny as my voice already is

Until I become the shrink

The shrink everyone seeks out as a balm

But I too need soothing

Attuning

Especially when the darkness comes looming

But no one is coming to save me

So I retreat into myself

A resonant body that’s become a shell

All dormant parts, the deepest of wells

[quotemadness]

“Every night her thoughts weighed heavily on her soul, but every morning she would get up to fight another day. Every night she survived.”

— r.h.sin

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“I’ve never trusted anyone all the time. It’s the people I care about the most that always seem to do the most damage.”

— Jay Crownover, Rule

[kaleidoscopeofdreamss]

The Spaces Between

In the space between my ribcage & abdomen, I first felt you move

At first fleeting flutters, then pulsing grooves

Your organs began to form & my heart expanded in size

From the tissues & cells of my body, we’re now forever intertwined

There’s life growing inside, but there’s fear out here

Can I be what you need me to be?

Will you feel at ease in my sphere?

In the space between pregnancy and motherhood, a frenetic calm exists

An umbilical chord providing nutrients

And a growing love that will forever persist

[puppy95]

Radiohead In Rainbows 2007

[jayvespertine]

Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

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Fact!!

[thatevakid]

[thehopefulquotes]

“All relationships have one law: never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you’re there.”

— Unknown

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“I feel very small. I don't understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”

Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939

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“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”

Angela Jackson, from "The Love of Travelers," And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps/Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Oliver, Mary (1993) 'August', via Poetry magazine, August 1993.

Sorrowing old man ("At Eternity's Gate"), Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890). via WikiCommons

[funeral]

Rollo May, Man's Search for Himself

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“It's just that I belong in the quietest quiet, that's what's right for me.”

Franz Kafka

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— William James, from “[I’m done trying to make sense].”

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“I’ve never trusted anyone all the time. It’s the people I care about the most that always seem to do the most damage.”

— Jay Crownover, Rule

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“She struggled with her sadness, but tried to conceal it, to divide it into smaller and smaller parts and scatter these in places she thought no one would find them.”

Nicole Krauss, Great House

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— May Sarton, from “Journal of a Solitude.”

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— May Sarton, from “Journal of a Solitude.”