Bracing ourselves before impact is not a super idea.
It’s that inattentive, limp and carefree and singing to your favorite song while on route to tree kind of thing we’re supposed to have going on that gets us the least amount of damage.
That’s how we should do life, don’t you think?
Forget tensing up. Forget sticking your arms out straight to hold you in the space you don’t have a chance of staying in.
In some cases, it is better to get blind sided then it is to know what’s coming.
Control. Once you are not in it, don’t get ready for impact. All the rolls, the flips and the crashes. Don’t brace yourself for anything.
Bee as fluid as liquid honey.
You just may find the impact sticks to you like a hug gone wild.
It’s okay to not know what you want.
You may be under the impression that you are supposed to know. That knowing will make your life feel like it has some sense. That you have direction and a focus, a purpose.
And since all of the above is true when we really do know what we want, I think sometimes we fake it. We choose something that is similar, something that is more obtainable to us then the real thing. We want for the wrong reasons.
Sometimes we may even begin to believe that it is what we want.
That gets scary. And weird. Your whole being is off and you may find you are more unhappy then not. Maybe it is more subtle then that and you feel uneasy or hesitant to make decisions. Maybe you stress over conversations you’ve had in the day or are uptight about how you can’t crack an egg properly for the lives of you and your house mates.
Sometimes pulling a few minutes from your closet and sitting with just that and your heart, you’ll find it’s telling you something. Sometimes it’s things we don’t want to hear. It may be difficult to admit that you’re not really chasing what you want but more the idea of it or so someone else doesn’t get it.
It is better to conclude you really are uncertain about what you want in life -or on a smaller scale, situations -then it is to push on in a direction that isn’t reflecting your heart.
It won’t work that way.
That is one of the many things experience has taught me.
If you don’t know what you want, that’s okay. It doesn’t mean your life is pointless or flawed. We learn things at different times in our lives. Everyone has there own space and time and flow.
So just go with that.
Even when it surprises you.
Because believe it or not, your life is always flowing. Even when you feel stuck.
I once was a sheet of euphoria.
On my tip toes looking into your deep.
I danced in your kitchen as you watched me,
taking off my clothes for you to keep.
You couldn’t take your eyes off me.
We were set in our own age.
You and I both surging for one another
both the key to our intangible cage.
The power was in everything I did or said
and it took the night to that perfectionist heat,
where you took my hand so slowly
and laid me down on that euphoric sheet.
A little bit of
My heart in an envelope
tucked away in purity.
that type of;
maybe i’ll take up smoking
just to make me thinner and braver.
Kinda like that behavior
because I do
will make me restart.
I’m a little
and some days
Always there is
that uncertain bowl of air
and wish I hadn’t
and I don’t know where
We’re all in this together,
Sometimes air pockets are better then the empty ones
Sometimes burgundy nails are better then the fake ones
And when you’ve got a lot of time but time doesn’t have a lot of you
You realize it’s because you’re not making it.
If you were on a merry go round and saw the world tingle with your excitement
you’d forever be dizzy with love.
So drive that excite right ’round your life stance; make yourself soaked in your continuous spin of beautiful.
If you are a kite
and wind is choice,
what current are ya on?
Do you like it?
I took my ribbon from the television
and I laid flat on the carpet
watched the ceiling be nothing,
then tied it to the sky.
I put on my rubber boots and took a seahorse from
the box of hopeful granola bars.
When I stepped on the scale
it tipped me an amount servers would be overjoyed with.
Overload,like that time on the microwave
when I just wanted to heat my chocolate bar
and left it in it’s gold tinfoil
but blew up blue flames
and I ate soup chocolate anyways
because the shape of something
even our hearts
doesn’t make the taste of Love any different.
So much so,
that I become.
My insides evaporate and I become what I feel.
I am Alone and Full of Love. I am Full of Emptiness and Helplessness and I am the Panic that begins to flood all of this and it’s making me Sick and Lost and I’m Fumbling for Communication. I am ready to shrink and ready to burst and nothing is good.
But it is right.
Because this is what happens when our feelings consume us.