Imagination Station

Let’s step into our Imagination Station and play abit.

We have light bulbs in our stomachs. Throughout our bodies, near our hearts and on our knee caps. And we have a space in our brain that are switches. Off, on. Dim.
We can light up our insides when we choose to.

Our head hair strands are symbols of all the ones that love us in our life.
And if you’re bald, it just means that a crazy amount of people love you and your head just can’t handle it.

Each Rice Krispie is a seed that is much like the egg that impregnates and a bowl of Rice Krispee seeds is that of semen and when you eat a whole bowl, those seeds go into your dreams and that night you either birth Snap,Crackle or Pop.

See if you ever eat a bowl of that cereal the same again.

 

Don’t ever lose your imagination for it is a detrimental part to staying young.
That’s how I imagine it to be anyways.

NiarB is BraiN Backwards

You just spin your colours around. 
Fold the stars in. Crumple them up and throw them on a canvas.
Eat enough Skittles your mouth turns rainbow and the words you speak drip colour. 

Pour sand down tree trunks, tip the world upside down
and see it flutter the leaves to wild. 

Button up your zippers and tie down your leggings,
juice your smoothie with your coloured dripping words and hold your art to light the way. 

Believe in the letter U, but use less of the letter I. 

Back up your brain every now and then. 
It’s good for the soul. 

 

Changing Where Your Happiness Derives From

Sitting on the floor of the dining room. Facing the back yard. Through the glass doors I see the birds at the feeder and the sun rising, peeking here and there through the brown limbs of forestry. The grass is green, the house is quiet.
But my ears are not. They swallow up soft joyful music. I shall be motivated and inspired today. I shall take on the day with great to be alive feelings. Because I have that choice.

Truth is,
deep down I know my happiness is coming from the fact that ex and I are still in the cuddle bug rug of datability. And I am holding onto that for all I am worth.

Since I am aware of this I am trying to sway my happiness from just that, to the will to live for simply, the happiness that I can create because of ME. I am a wonderful person.

And I have the ability myself, to sustain that joyfulness through brain choices. Habits form that way. And habiting a life of inner peace and joy has got to be more fufilling than reliance on others.
Which, has always been my way.

We’ve got to be fully happy with self, before we are able to give our complete to someone else.

 

Choose Peoples

Stiff in your bed, you lay
listening to music you’ve never heard
not wanting to see the videos

because that always changes your perception on them.

You choose not too.

You can configure the next day in your brain,
saying people all have difficulties.

dont we

well yes.

we’re people

and thats what people are:

 

 

difficult.

Mind Tumble

Bending moments into garbage bags of warped crinkles. The after of the beginning is the middle of the time where ants run wild in their teeth crunching abilities. Medium is always the rare in a time of easy softness. The lights of cakes whip up their soul in a few minutes and leave a trailing winding upward path of smoke. And we’re supposed to follow it. But our wishes never do. Off the shore the trees lean their way to freedom pieces where chocolate is the least of worries and chips of plastic are the overbearing prize of the individuals that last till the last wind roars.
You’re the bending of the brittle, with the warp and the crinkle in a time of den. When you’re slipping stares and rugged reasons into a solid slot of truth. The type of style air is, is the only thing you don’t know. And it doesn’t matter what you remember, just that you’re the ability of movement. Backwards, forwards, you’re the run of the century. Little crystals of warmth and strength and to hold on to any dab of confidence is what you’ll do to be a moment of a warped crinkled garbage bag.

It is a Big Day

Well I’m not drunk this time.
But I’ve got some big news to share.

My three year old son meets his biological father for the first time today. As of right now, there are no memories attatched to this man. Z has no recollection, no idea that he was made because of two people in love in another country.

Yes, he was there when my son was born. We stayed together for a year or two after.
But those spaces in the brain,
that is not what son remembers.

So after a year and three months they shall meet at my parents log house and I shall stand by and watch very closely. Every tidbit of strength and understanding coming to the platform. Perhaps I will see similarities that I never knew of before. I am proud and excited to show him my dedication and devotion of over a year, in the creating of this boy that is our son.

May the papers over this little boys head, go smooth and easy.
Let us be adults.
Good ones.

 

Do People Know You Well?

“Well, that’s just the thing,” I said to myself.

“The people I have in my life right now,  well, I’ve never had friends that knew so much about me. ”

I’ve had two best friends all my life. They still ARE my best friends.It’s different now because even though they knew me really well back then, my flaws,my faults,my weaknesses, they know me better now because I know myself better.And I ADMIT to things and I will talk about them and I think that, that is how people know you better then very well.

And the post about how the people in my life don’t really know me at all. ‘( People Post) ‘ We could all say that to some degree. We don’t have 12 people in our life all at the same calibre and depth of friendship. Each one is different and along with that comes how much each of them know.

I do not feel guilty for having people in my life that don’t know all of me. That’s just the way it’s going to be. The parts, the ways, the identity they know me as, is true. Is real. Is me. And I think that’s the main thing. They don’t know a scam. A lie. I’m not a lie anymore.
Locking yourself in your head and getting upset and frustrated in something you surely are just creating yourself, is a sure way to crazy. And that’s what I meant by noone knowing who I was. If you start closing doors on yourself, start hanging out in the room of your mind for long periods of time, you’re gonna feel noone knows you because you’re the only one that has access to that part of yourself. And you’re the one that MAKES the room what it is.

So stop making yourself feel alone and alien and unknown to everyone out there. You’ve got a decent amount of control over how much people know of you. Make it you, not fake you.
‘Cause in the end, you’re only going to turn into a disapointed hermit that you wish people knew better.
And the longer you stay in your mind mansion, the more difficult it is to open doors and windows to life around you.

You Make It

It is not dull. It is not boring.
If you are folding in to that idea, then you are in fact, the one that is boring and dull.
You should be able to make moments a better place for yourself because simply, you have that power to.You should practice creativity with your mind space so that when you come to seemingly so less than interesting minutes, you can press activate and change the less to more.

Life,
Yours to Shape.

It’s Okay to Forget

It’s okay when you turn the washing machine and walk away without putting soap in it. It’s okay to brush your teeth without toothpaste on your brush. It’s okay to put salt in your coffee or BBQ sauce in your cup of juice.
It’s okay because forgetting these essentials, gives you a chance to realize that hey, you’ve got a brain and it works and some people, some people have to make choices in it, to remember to do those actions. Those everyday, thoughtless actions.
You have your brain of health, you can walk and stand and pour and sip and you can do and think and string along words that are logical and practical and you are a human being that knows some pretty cool everyday shit.

Why Type?

Sometimes I wonder what these blogs mean.
I have been keeping journal since 1995. But I’ve looked through them maybe a handful of times.
Does this mean that the therapy lies in the actual fall from brain to fingertips?
Is that the current I ride on?

Sometimes reasons for things don’t really matter. And that fact alone, is helpful. Is wonderful.
We have to get things out if we don’t want to shrivel to crispy bacon.
No matter what happens once it’s out there.
Sometimes just knowing we have the freedom, the ability to speak our mind thoughts, is enough medicine to stop the cough.

I’m going to go cook some bacon now.

Happy Halloweeny everyone.