#tangled mess

[briabooknerd]

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[zoeflake]

5/22/20 An early morning hike, before the rain

[lightanddarkpoet]

I think I’ve loved before I think I’ve been loved too It’s hard to tell anymore What love truly is

Whenever I’ve loved It’s been just a Tangled mess inside me Of passion And anger And pain And hope And despair Sometimes missing An ingredient But always a mix Of everything at once

Maybe that’s all love is The muddled chaos Of every emotion at once

Maybe I just love wrong

- Light and Dark

[chaotic-thought-patterns]

The way the sunlight hit my face as I stepped through the blockade of trees, made me feel that maybe I really did have a chance. A chance to feel again, to breathe again, to see beauty again.

The dark woods that held me back from seeing the clear skies once again had become too thick. It was going to take a lot of strength to find my way through the abundance of tangled branches and plants that I used to recognize.

You see, my mind use to be clear. Well, clear enough I suppose. But, over the years it became a foggy, dark place that I didn’t recognize. I knew getting through the messy entanglement that was now my identity was going to be difficult, but I never imagined it would be this tricky. I would take a step forward, then immediately find myself tripping over the branches that I had already conquered. It was as if I was going around in circles, but I wasn’t moving. I would get little glimpses of the light that lay waiting on the horizon in front of me, but the shadows always covered it back up. As if to remind me that the darkness was where I belonged, where I was destined to be.

I’ll get there I remind myself daily. I will one day finally see the light that I so desperately wanted to discover. But for now? I just needed to be patient and survive.

[home-grown-magic]

Oh I'm late. Here's a pokemon blanket for you.

[astarteyllafera]

I’ve always been familiar with the roller-coaster of my emotions; racing across metallic tracks, with the numerous twists and turns; the sparks, the clangs, the friction of metal against metal. Yet there comes times like these; the thrilling ride becomes more of a trip to the shredder – with blades whirring so swiftly, waiting to gobble me up and tear me to pieces. The sharp knives baring its fangs on my pathetic frozen figure who lost the capacity to move; trapped under the massive collapse of harboring so much emotions simultaneously. If only there’s a reset button, one where I’d stop feeling everyone’s emotions swimming around me – forcing their way in, all at once. Or one that would help sort my emotions neatly; fixing the tangled mess, giving me space to breathe and not drown in the circumstance I myself created. It’s tiring to keep feeling all of this over and over. I just wish…for things to be silenced, or for someone to do it for me…

[asianlauren]

Ah, my face looks so far. I really want nice Asian hair, but too bad all I get is tangled mess. Plus Houston's humidity does not help my frizzy hair.