Breathe
I want to know what is healthy— and what is not.
With you, I want to grab and hold tightly— but I am learning to let go.
Deep breaths in— deep breath out. - Things That Come to Mind (December 21, 2023)

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Breathe
I want to know what is healthy— and what is not.
With you, I want to grab and hold tightly— but I am learning to let go.
Deep breaths in— deep breath out. - Things That Come to Mind (December 21, 2023)
separating
please, please
Stay
im feeling desperate
hot dry breaths
under a blanket
we're ensconced
why all consuming
its intense
and i've forgotten
who i am
in the face of your meaning
why do i
feel less while you're loomin
large presence
you know who you're bein
you wont step
into delusion
my self pity
is all that i have now
that's the road
i see us takin
I've been plugged in for too long, my cord is burnt and barely hanging on.
Do You Need Space
You stopped responding to me. You leave me on read. I do not read minds. But I sense your exhaustion, Your state of burnt out. You refuse to tell me, You refuse to communicate; You turn to other “friends”, You turn to everyone but me. But you don’t tell me that you need s p a c e. I do not know what you need. Cities away from you, I wonder: will this silence end? - Things That Come to Mind (February 16, 2023)
I wake with your name on my lips, a tribute to nights wearing roses for smiles. Your name is the deepest red universe beating through my veins, darling, I was born the day your eyes met mine. you’re found in stars. your breath is summer breezes. your heartbeat is the pounding of ocean waves as they touch the shores of my soul. You’re everything endless in my world.
You’re the one I never want to miss
Fruit Born From Tears
I planted sweet and healthy seeds, Nurturing them with tender care, Considering their every need. Unbeknownst to me, the memories of you Rooted and deepened themselves. A storm Brewed, then raged, Leaving scattered life behind; Everywhere I go, I still see traces of the Devastation, but surprisingly I see saplings Struggling and fighting to Emerge stronger than before. A decision to Scorch the earth and Erase my investments... Seems like it wasn’t so wise, now knowing some survived. - Things That Come to Mind (March 16, 2022)
“I love you” ruined our friendship
- Things That Come to Mind (August 21, 2021)
“They inquired, already knowing the answer.”
— sixwordstoriesareawesome
Everyone wants to
Escape their pain
But they don't tell you
That all it is,
Is just a sad love.
Alex Delorme
“I talk to myself when I miss you. I can’t tell if I’m insane or just a writer.”
— Grazia Curcuru (via prosebyday)
Wrote this in my journal while hiking 60 miles across Isle Royale, imagining conversations with the person I wanted to walk alongside me.
I don’t ‘zone out’. Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.
My life is dying before my very own eyes and there’s no way to revive it because I’m so fucking internally divided between wanting to live to my truest potential and wanting to die before everything becomes inconsequential because I’ve gone entirely fucking mental // this divide is not gentle; it is a wrenching chasm where my insides collide as they make their way to either side - my minds eye opens too wide and I see way too much to be able to keep in touch with reality as everyone around me seems to perceive it // frankly I can’t sit here calmly while you all believe it // the shit that they feed you to keep you placid, it’s erosive like acid // we’re crumbling inside, there’s nowhere to hide // we’re nothing but sitting ducks and not one single person seems to give enough of a fuck to try and get the hell out of this place // there was a dark, dark turn that the world took while I was asleep, years ago // it’s almost like I woke up in another reality laying below the one I used to belong to // the one that didn’t feel so god damn wrong too // I know you wouldn’t believe me but I was strong there too // it was different, I was different there // not everything felt so far beyond repair and there was a care // a tangible, real empathy carried in the air and there was connection between people // wherever we are now people just kind of ‘seem’ like people // but they’re not the same, they’re hollow, they’re not the same // maybe it’s my brain, I’m being swallowed, it’s definitely my brain // there’s a distant dinging sound and an announcement that the doors are closing and I don’t know any of these stations or where the fuck I’m going but I know I want to get the hell off of this god damn train.
I need a departure from the pain // ©️@rarasworldbro
In Embers,
This might be the spark…
L.Y.S.S
Borderline
I used to greet each promise of love with a smile / and hands behind my back to conceal the knife / I used to walk the line between fine and borderline out of my mind almost every night / searching for a divine answer in between the shower tiles / thinking my sanity slipped down the drain, leaving only ghosts to rule my mind / and if I had a dime for every time I chose a name better than mine and a dress to hide behind / I wouldn’t be wasting my time putting down words on a line
I’m afraid there’s too much dirt under the fingernails of my past / too many pain-shaped mistakes / and crime-scene-taped fingerprints I don’t want you to find
but you gave me an armful of happiness / and now I’m standing out in the open on the edge of here and forever / your strength stands like a scarecrow in the spring fields of my mind / my black-winged worries, my beady-eyed fears don’t dare come closer / I killed the madness in me, I let those sparks die because I’ve found something better
you replaced all of my arrows with roses / traded in my bullets for blushed cheeks / I am defenseless, happily helpless / safe under the shelter of a promise I know you’ll keep / I smile like a child into the face of the unknown / as it gnaws at the edges of my fields with the appetite of a wildfire / eating up the ground, slowly reaching the earth beneath my feet / but I no longer fear the flames as I lean into the heat
Love and Attention
I don’t have an endless amount of time— I kept pouring out of my glass to fill your jar; In turn you filled your other cups. Eventually I ran out of energy— You didn’t notice I stopped giving; The other cups did. I harboured pain and contempt— What drops I had left stagnated; Rotted, molded, festered. I stopped giving attention— I ran out of love; never received any in return. - Things That Come to Mind (May 19, 2019)
A grief settled upon the night,
For the celestial bodies were engulfed in a state of mourning,
Eerie silence spoke of the hollowness which covered,
The spaces that existed amongst the stars,
They spoke of the destiny,
The fate of the star-crossed lovers,
For whom they had all prayed for happiness,
But now they were separated in two corners,
Much like two halves of the same heart,
Grieving on the lost love,
Each too broken to reach out,
While both wanting to give their half for the other,
Such was the strength of the love,
Between the star-crossed lovers.
- Fragments (Star-crossed Lovers)