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i will be reunited with the woods i will live a peaceful life

what’s the test and what does it do?

universe, are you trying to give me a reason to slow down?

i don't need one, i promise i’ll listen some other way

see, i’ve already been making some changes.

i’ve been moving, and sleeping.

i’ve been forcing myself to close my eyes.

i just got scared, that's all, and i can’t go back to sleep

id rather talk to you

talk to myself

no editing, im softly typing in the dark with nails i’m growing out in crisis

to prove to myself i am still part of my grandmother and my aunt and the great women who have died before me

it was a covid impulse, but now its just something i can control and try out\

and why not try to be someone else every once in a while?

i’m really quite cool, i just don't see it.

i mean look at all i’ve done, i’m so grateful for the path.

but am i grateful enough? i don't hear your voice in the trees the way i used to. i hide from you.

that’s how i know something is deeply wrong.

i’m writing my thesis, i’m healing, i’m working, i’m making money, i have such wonderful opportunities and i’ve met such great people. i’m closer to my family. i’m growing up, and i see what’s really important. it’s so scary.

if we live to see it end, which i fear we will, i pray we’re healthy and we have the lives we dreamt of.

if you’ve forgotten your dream the way I have, I hope you find it.

shit lets find them together.

meet back here sometime next week.

Feeling tired, anxious, confused.

Nostalgic

I feel like i need to move

i think i was just disturbed

my heart is beating a little too fast

and the weight of the unknown test weighs heavy

and there are so many tests happening

i release the past

I fear its too late

my life is grand my life is grand my life is grand

i live in a beautiful dream

that’s pink and purple skies and it’s warm like someone else's jacket

and it smells like the person i love

i rest

i take as much as I give

I give back

I know my worth

it’s all working out, thank god.

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goodnight :)

twloha

Even if you stayed in bed all day, you did well and you deserve to rest.

When I have the time I’ll read the books and make the art that sets me free. I’m so tired of over occupying myself with work. Draining myself and my body so when there’s finally time to live, I have no energy to be myself. And I’m not myself at all anymore. Is it depression or something worse? Depression I can’t control but the neglect? That’s self inflicted. It’s true I find myself surrounded by the messes I make and I can’t start something new because things are messy and I don’t want to clean up and then make a mess with canvas and paint everywhere it’s too much so I simply never start. That used to be my happy time where I would zone out and smell the turp and listen to ghost stories all night painting away in my room. I miss that version of me. The one who made art and shared it with people, the one who meditated and worked so diligently on her mental health that everything became possible. I’m tired of selling myself away to people just looking to take. I’ve been literally and metaphorically watering flowers while I continue to wither away. Not even in stature, but in spirit. And that’s somehow worse. I’ve been depressed and stressed and skinny but now the light inside of me continues to dim.