Pulling on my human heart strings in hopes to facilitate healing through art in grief. This is a piece to say my peace.
I almost rolled my ankle last night.I guess it doesn’t matter because I’m okay now, but I almost rolled my ankle last night. It was symbolic. I was alone.But the symbolism chimed in when I realized I was laying on the ground whimpering with no help in sight.I’ve always loved the night even though she’s … Continue reading 002 – to/4 Women, You, Us.
Continuous shifts to the tides around me. Waves surround me, yes, but I am not drowning. Astounding to me to believe that even in trials of defeat I rise to the occasion like a Phoenix from the ashes. Waves continue crashing against me, but instead I hear the crackling of my feathers. Brittle yet new. … Continue reading 001
Today my thoughts are: "Not everything is as it seems.""Not every post has to radiate positivity.""Dreams are really telling." I've been sitting in depressive episodes just about all week. I say just about because there have been peaks of happiness, but the melancholiness that sits in my shadows continue to persist. I refrain from writing … Continue reading LA CAMPANA DE CRISTAL
It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed myself to reflect on the current changes in my life. And somehow I think laid up in bed at 4:41 in the morning is the right time to do so. Laying in bed accepting my fate that long nights are now apart of my forevers. In the … Continue reading Them Changes: UAPC + LA.B
I’m learning that we can’t save everyone or anyone, for that matter, if we can’t even find the means and the reasons to save ourselves. It’s so easy to find the potential in someone else. It’s sometimes simple to find the light in others that they struggle with, or do not see for themselves. I … Continue reading Save yourself.
This isn’t the space that I’d want be writing in* but I think somehow that stands metaphorically with my 20s. Our 20s. Maybe I live in my own absurd matrix of the times but damn it’s this such a vulnerable time to be alive: in your 20s. Everything feels fickle, and it kind of is. … Continue reading 1 month in2 twenty5
advice to self when having a crisis of faith and of character meditate contemplate reflect on the transience of all things living and already expired…no. 112
The older I get the wearier I’m becoming. Over years, lovers turned to strangers, friends then to enemies, or even worse, strangers. I understand falling out, I understand out growing, but I think the constant shift is starting to fuck with me. The world that lives inside my brain eats me whole constantly, and then … Continue reading 20somethings —
u2me: tangibly It scares me when I can’t remember moments of us Pieces of your face The details of your eyes The curves of your smile It scares the shit out of me A slight panic begins to erupt in me And my throats instantly feels like it’s closing in on itself But then i … Continue reading Trying to Actively Remember: