#simplystephie

[simplystephie]

[simplystephie]

Agua

A touch doesn’t ask for words.

It is illiterate but not mute.

It sings between two people

and asks only to be heard.

I press my ear to your seashell chest,

and I think I hear the ocean.

You,

pulling towards me

pushing away.

Stranger, you once were,

I am drifting in your waters.

You seem to know how to rock me to sleep

and make me forget that we have no memories of each other.

Tomorrow,

I will be drowning.

A month later,

I will taste the linger of salt on my lips

A year later,

you will be a watermark on the pages of my skin.

faint

distant

but not forgotten.

[simplystephie]

The black female is the most unprotected person in America.

[simplystephie]

You are strong enough to handle it. God used what was in Moses hand; a stick. God uses what we have even if it’s small. Even if it’s broken. Even if we deem it useless or worthless. You have everything you need inside you to handle it. And what you don’t have God will provide.

[simplystephie]

🌺🌹🌻🌸🌼

[simplystephie]

To be honest, we’re all running from something.

We’re all running from some hurt, or pain that is rapidly engulfing our lives like some sick, relentless cancer.

And we numb ourselves with drugs. Legal, or illegal. Prescription, or non-prescription. We use these escapes to try to find piece of mind.

Some people can do that, pick their lives up, and keep going. Some people can live within the lines, within the lies, and just be.

But that’s the thing with depression.

There is no “keep going,” there is no “pulling yourself up.” You lose time. You lose whole days. You lose emotion, and feeling.

You are a zombie to sadness, and the thing you’re running from is the same thing holding you in place.

It’s a sick kind of sadness you get used to.

And soon sober becomes a scary impossibility. How on earth could we live in this world without a sense of numbness, a sense of clarity?

Who would want anything to feel more real, more fucked up than it already is?

So I guess, if someone asked me what it felt like to be depressed I would tell them exactly this:

it feels like teaching yourself to walk all over again,

only to be chained to the floor.

[simplystephie]

I can’t give you every single thought that runs across my mind. So excuse me for what slips out. Pardon the rants, raves, and worries. Pardon the maybe’s, what if’s, and past injuries. Pardon the ppl that came before you with their lies… their selfishness… their abuse.. Please pardon the mess that is left. I have hang ups that I try to hang up… sometimes unsuccessfully. I have these fears that I may wear underneath everything.. Excuse me as I carefully go through these layers. It takes time. I’d rather be a work in progress than to completely shut down and just be under construction. In terms of the hues I may exude… these grays aren’t all that’s there.

[simplystephie]

That time I thought I was Tia