In order to live life good, goes it have to be difficult?
When you are coming from years of a bad habit, to work against it on a constant basis, that’s not easy. And ongoing after ongoing, it just feels like life is just this. Striving to rid yourself of something you accepted. Oh but all the things to know beyond this place. All the things to learn about myself beyond where I am now. Is that the dig dug down fuel? Is that what I believe in?
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I am sad about our conversation and i’m not even drunk.
That is when i know the sad is not good .
Do you ever make yourself say more then you want to?
And regret putting your self out into that space ?
It is so debilitating, yet so necessary.
This overwhelming helplessness. Is it rejection we fear? Where does it come from?
Don’t we need to find that sweet incredible spot within? To be able to share and divulge and if someone takes longer then anticipated to write back, we use our skills to manage the rising ouch feels.
It is okay to sit in them. The tricky part is not letting it leak onto the relationship. The conversations and most importantly, the feelings you have for that person.
It is far easier to run from our issues, then it is to face them.
The more often we are vulnerable, does it become easier?
Or is it the more we look within, the easier everything becomes ?
We are all we need afterall.
Posted in Choices, Journal, life, Living, love, me, Pain, People, Relationship, Relationships, Stability Tagged desire, fear, launch, scared, unknown, vulnerability
The bite in your emerald mercy gives me an unprecedented currency of hope. And I don’t even like hope. It’s like stale pottery. It’s like trying to decline aging.
The grip of urgency is at my numb fingertips. Just to pull myself closer to hear my breath smatter up against the brick wall I’ve banged my head upon for too long.
Sense cannot be knocked into you like that. I promise.
You whisper icicle thoughts that melt and drop deep into the caverns of my chambers. I don’t intend to lose myself looking for them. I have already lost myself with you time and time again.
But why the curious in what my heart pulls me towards? It’s me. Confusion can be handled wrapped in soft egg white fabric, and your emerald of reach is beautiful.
Posted in Choices, Dating, Friendship, Happiness, Journal, life, Living, love, me, personal, Relationship, Relationships, you Tagged best friend, boyfriend, desire, friendship, longing
Limbo states even have purpose, don’t they?
if only for a little while .