I had a moment of emo. Get off my ass about it. LOL Here's some writing I did last night.
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Today is what I needed. Confirmation. I knew it was coming.
The point of origin is of no concern to me. It is merely tethered to its destination, by the means of roped hope. A strand that shimmered with so many promises that things would be better with the second rise of the moon.
And like hope, I was tethered. By the ankles, my feet lodged in doubts, and fears. The dwelling weight crushing, and swift---She was like quicksand. Enveloped by her, I couldn't breathe and dying by the constraint was a welcomed ending. An ending I was content to see until my eyes drowned in the pitfalls, despair I only knew when I could not hear her laugh.
It lasted a lifetime in my mind, like the prolonged suffocation often does. But the death was merely two weeks, and I am left with the shadow of memory; this is not the first time I have been haunted.
It is not a lie when we say that history repeats itself. Though the circumstances are not always of equal value, nor the motivations or the figures that harbor them, the end result is always the same.
We are creatures of habits, results, and consequences. The repetition is an acrid taste in my mouth. But being human, we must adapt and survive. Swallow the flavor; we must take such Darwinian approaches.
And simply grow.
How else do we heal, when we have been cut?
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Today is what I needed. Confirmation. I knew it was coming.
The point of origin is of no concern to me. It is merely tethered to its destination, by the means of roped hope. A strand that shimmered with so many promises that things would be better with the second rise of the moon.
And like hope, I was tethered. By the ankles, my feet lodged in doubts, and fears. The dwelling weight crushing, and swift---She was like quicksand. Enveloped by her, I couldn't breathe and dying by the constraint was a welcomed ending. An ending I was content to see until my eyes drowned in the pitfalls, despair I only knew when I could not hear her laugh.
It lasted a lifetime in my mind, like the prolonged suffocation often does. But the death was merely two weeks, and I am left with the shadow of memory; this is not the first time I have been haunted.
It is not a lie when we say that history repeats itself. Though the circumstances are not always of equal value, nor the motivations or the figures that harbor them, the end result is always the same.
We are creatures of habits, results, and consequences. The repetition is an acrid taste in my mouth. But being human, we must adapt and survive. Swallow the flavor; we must take such Darwinian approaches.
And simply grow.
How else do we heal, when we have been cut?
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Good to know!
....I'll see if I can get you some love from Lady Luck....although she's all on deez nutz right now.....
...don't forget, I've got your hair and nail clippings....my voo doo doll is almost complete...