#project118

[discoveringhumanity]

can of worms

There is something in the back of my mind.

I know it’s there. It’s never far behind

My thoughts and feelings are aligned

And they all agree; I’d rather be blind

than open that can of worms and find

What has been lingering in the back of my mind

[discoveringhumanity]

Left behind at Fourteen

A part of me is missing. I don’t know where it went.

Maybe one day I’ll find it, if it’s even still left around.

I think it’s dangling, tangled up and upside down.

A part of me is missing. I know exactly where I left it.

I didn’t want to, but life continued on and dragged me along without it.

Those pieces are separate, but both stem from the same source.

One was left at fourteen, another was abandoned at seventeen.

Two separate parts of teenage me, watching from the memories

as adult me desperately tries to adapt to life, putting shaky boards over holes

Rotting excuses for wood planks. Nailed with nails that don’t stick, 

Some parts of me are missing. I’m all to clear where they went.

-DiscoveringHumanity

[discoveringhumanity]

sometimes I wish I can sit on the stairs on my childhood home,

right where the top floor meets the railing.

I want to listen to my parents in the kitchen and the cats walk around.

I want to hear my sister thumping about.

If I pick the home of my teenage years,

I want to sit just before the stairs curve.

I want to hear my siblings argue, yell, and play.

And maybe a cat or two will join me as I just sit, and listen.

To my family as they go about their day.

I want to soak in the memories of everyone existing.

A snapshot of the day-to-day.

[discoveringhumanity]

days

I got up late, and after a while, I got dressed. Last night I made a to-do list, but at this point, it might as well not exist. I needed to feel human. I needed to feel real. So I put on earrings, necklaces, and a bracelet and pretended that I could feel.

[discoveringhumanity]

Assignment 1

Humanity is weird. It’s convoluted and doesn’t adhere to it’s own rules. It’s hard to navigate, and figuring out exactly where one’s place is can lead to dead ends. It is still worth it to navigate it’s confusing maze, I hear, so I’ll keep trying.

Assignment 1: Post

Assignment Complete

[sumyysideup]

"She wasn't easy on me, don't get me wrong. She smacked me. She scolded me. She punished me. But she loved me. She really did. She loved me falling off a swing set. She loved me stepping on her floors with muddy shoes. She loved me through vomit and snot and bloody knees. She loved me coming and going, at my worst and at my best. She had a bottomless well of love for me."

- Mitch Albom ( For One More Day)