pocket thoughts

A place for me to share my daily thoughts and realizations, while helping others share theirs as well.

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walking around a grocery store after work & noticing all the folds and wrinkles in strangers clothes as they push their carts, or hang bags & baskets so they dangle from their arms. thinking about their activities that let to those lines in their clothing – about how nothing is left unchanged, perfect after hours of movement & stillness.

[smoke-stungeyes]

i think talking about the dreams you had is one of the most intimate things you can share with another person. it’s like saying “here are the private, most vulnerable things my brain cooked up when i was unconscious. here is what i think about what i lose control. here are my fears. here is what i adore. here is what stays silent within me until it has no other choice but to escape”

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sometimes we are able to make peace with things we once saw as flaws

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it’s so strange when you can feel a person seeping further & further into your head. the things that remind you of them become more abstract. no longer is it just hearing their favorite song or seeing a photograph of their celebrity crush. now there are endless things that magically bring them to you. overhearing a laugh that sounds only slightly similar to theirs. a shade of blue. a phrase. a coffee order. all forcing you to stop in your tracks. or to look up from your book. their presence is always there in the sounds & objects surrounding you.

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heavy heart, overflowing

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the pain began to peel at my fingertips and i learned to become new with my palms turned towards the light

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I've learned that whenever I apologize for my enthusiasm, what I'm really doing is apologizing for simply existing. There is no separating me from my passion. It's almost as if every sentence I speak ends in exclamation points. Whenever I write an email, I go back over it and edit out my excitement before pressing send. Admitting to myself that I'm too much. Lately, I've become so aware of this part of myself. I delay text messages, telling myself that nobody needs to hear me rant about a passage from a book at 7 AM. Editing. Backspacing. Minimizing how I truly feel. There is so much inside of me & although it never feels overwhelming in my own head, it immediately feels that way when I release it into the world.

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to be human: #7

I’ve found that the majority of the time, humans consume art in hopes that they will find a piece of themselves in it. They’re hoping they’ll stumble across something they’ve been looking for. That a line in a poem, or the expression on someone’s face in a film, will set off a light bulb. But isn’t the purpose of art something much greater than that? Isn’t art an opportunity to step out of your own mind? To explore worlds unknown to you? To feel grief or joy that does not belong to you? Not everything is going to tie to our own human experience. Not everything is going to allow us to see ourselves clearer. There is beauty within the blurriness that art can create.

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My room is a reflection of my insides. There are scraps of paper scattered across the floor with lyrics that were sloppily written on them. Headphones in the chair, with a song on repeat still going, yet I can barely hear the melodies. The words that are always swimming around my mind now are spilling out quietly, painting the air with those images. A book is open on the table next to me, because the lines written were too much for me to take in. Now the light is looking at those same words, illuminating them even more.

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to be human: #6

I wrestle with the idea of existing in other people’s lives a lot. I think it’s because I recognize how much other humans exist in mine. Humans that I have limited relationships with still pop into my mind on a regular basis. I see them glowing and exploring new parts of themselves, and I silently cheer them on. I wonder where the humans that don’t seem to have a concrete home are; what they’re eating and what languages they’re surrounded by. I see the girl taking photos of her friends and I wonder how she is always able to capture them in their best moments.

If I can admire these remarkable humans from afar, then who’s to say I’m not one of those humans for someone else? I’m convinced our impact on other humans is not something we’re able to grasp. I’m convinced we’re alive in more minds than we give ourselves credit for.

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to be human: #5

being human is about recognizing your own experiences and knowing they are valid, but also accepting there are many experiences out there that you will never know. there are humans that are living lives that will never intersect with yours. you will never cross paths. your experiences will not overlap in any way, and that’s okay. but accept that their experiences are valid. accept that their knowledge is just as valid as yours, even if it doesn’t relate to yours. we are so varied & diverse and we have to embrace that instead of ignoring it.

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to be human: #4

I think more than anything, humans want to be on the same wavelength as someone else. Or at least that’s my experience. Just think of how much easier it would be if someone could feel your sadness, even if you haven’t spoken in days! Think of how relieving it would be to not have to constantly voice your feelings! Or maybe they would hear you listening to a certain artist or album and they would bring you your favorite dessert & wrap you up in a blanket. And you would be able to do the same for them! You could feel their joy or their sorrow from miles away. You could comfort them with words of affirmation on the day of the week that you know is always a little rough for them. You could connect with these simple gestures that show you feel each other's energies & are willing to meet them where they are. You're willing to join them in their pain, or willing to join them in their nights filled with favorite films and midnight snacks. Things with this human will be easier. It will be calmer. It'll just feel right.

[littlepocketthoughts]

I realize there are stories that are not my own that deserve to be heard. I want to hold out my hands and soak them up. I want to gather the stories that deserve an audience and let them shine with whatever light they create. There is so much I want to learn, and so many people that have wisdom to offer.