ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose
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ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose
So, I'm still oversharing.
Oversharing information to wellmeaning curious people about my life, that somehow will help them, but doesn't do shit for me anymore.
When will I learn to say "no" and "I don't feel like sharing that information"?
It's like, when people ask me something, I immediately get into a mission to prove to myself and the whole world that I have nothing to hide and that my entire life can survive being layed out.
It can't though. And definately not to everyone.
It's a bit like giving the enemy all the information about where you stash your ammunition.
Different location.
Same evil.
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
— Sylvia Plath
“I lied and said I was busy.
I was busy;
but not in a way most people understand.
I was busy taking deeper breaths.
I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.
I was busy calming a racing heart.
I was busy telling myself I am okay.
Sometimes, this is my busy -
and I will not apologize for it.”
- Brittin Oakman
- Artwork : Sivan.ka
I am not very good at staying in the now.
Cause every day, the thought of tomorrow makes me cry.
If the process is more important than the goal, the road more significant than the destination, then, it must follow, that the end can NOT justify the means.
What you call freedom, is my prison.
Every little effort matters.
As long as you know where you're going.
I eat because I love to cook.
I love to present the food. I love the smells and the colours and the artwork that it is, when you prepare and serve it with love, creativity and inspiration. I feel good when I open the wine to go with it and taste that first sip. I love the ritual around sitting down to enjoy a well prepared meal. Alone or with others.
But, apart from all that, I have come to realize, that I am rarely ever really hungry. Physically.
Everything around my love for food is primarily an emotional need. A social need. A need to create. A need to feel inspired. Or sometimes to comfort or remove boredom.
I am not actually that hungry.
.
Please, try and not feel sorry for them.
They did this to you.
.
If a tree falls and no one hears, did it make a sound?
If you did something good and kind but no one understood to appreciate it, did it then matter?
.
It's not very conducive to justice to insist on playing by the book, if the justice system, you live under, doesn't.
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So now, mom and dad, we have come full circle again.
And full circle always means you getting off the hook and me getting all the blame.
When in doubt,
chicken out.
I really can't keep forgiving people who won't apologise.