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Even The Moon Said ‘Goodbye’

(2021)

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okay but like. dancing in my kitchen is all i got.

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"I just want to punch something." -a sentence I've said far too many times in the past five months. Because it's easier to be angry, right? It's easier to manifest our frustrations and build up anger into an action, something tangible. And let's be honest, emotions suck. You cant see them, they can hurt like hell, and sometimes a good old fashioned cry just isnt enough of a relief. So, what do you do? Some people exercise, write, my mom even uses cleaning as a release. But me? I just get the insane desire to clock somebody. Of course I dont act on it, and then the feelings just simmer, and will eventually, I'm sure, bubble over. My life is better than most. I have a job that I love, a roof over my head, a car, my bills are paid (maybe late, but still paid!), and there's food in my fridge. I have friends that love me, and a small family that does too. Yet sometimes I still feel frustrated. Hurt. Angry. Like I want to hit something. Sometimes our emotions just aren't rational, are they? The past five months have been quite the whirlwind. I've moved, am planning to move again, and my closest support system is also moving- to different parts of the country and the world (perks of having friends in the military and in ministry). People and places where I've anchored myself aren't going to be as readily available. My church-home is changing and I have yet to decipher if I fit in with that change. Overall, change is happening right now. And I hate change. While I've been trying to figure out what my lesson is in all this, and how to cope, a good friend told me I need to find my catharsis. Something that calms me, releases my frustration, helps me to filter through the messy emotions and focus on what's really important. Though in all honesty, I'm not sure I know exactly how to do that. So, here I am: Learning to laugh through the tears, dance through the storm, and keep my focus upward. It wont always be pretty. Or good. Or anything. But it's real. This is me, finding my catharsis.

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Napoli double provides carthartic release for Aboubakar

Napoli double provides carthartic release for Aboubakar

What a difference a goal, or two in Vincent Aboubakar’s case, can make. The striker’s double against Napoli on Wednesday not only breathed new life into his team’s UEFA Champions League campaign, it also finally got his Beşiktaş career going. The 24-year-old, on a season-long loan from Porto, scored in each half at the Stadio San Paolo. His 86th-minute header, after the Black Eagles had…

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I have been told I can't rap. Definitive proof that I don't care - freestyling at five in the morning.

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Roman Candle Syndrome

I no longer have the capability to express, and articulate my self. This is extremely detrimental. Like a grenade with it's key pulled, it's going to explode, just a matter of when. I hold emotional stress in, and it's true that all the tiny things in life you don't let go, builds, and at the breaking point is a catastrophic path of self destruction.

Catharsis lies in the beauty of the break down. It is that emotional release that makes it worth it at the time. Whether that be crying alone in the dark, or on a friend's shoulder. Or pushing lines of normal behaviour  Not caring about the reaction of the action.

Picture it as a Fire Cracker Fight. It's the anticipation of waiting for the next flare to be fired at you, and vise verse. Now picture it as you're the fire cracker. You have all this built up emotion, the flammable powder. You light the fuse, adding a catalyst into the mix, which you try to avoid knowing the result. Then comes the release. It is beautiful. It illuminates you from the core. You feel amazing. This thing you have been holding is now weightless, flying through the air. Then it fizzles out.