THE STREAM

is a word

used

thrown

around to guilt

i wanted to open

my heart

to the world

allow

love to exist inside

to be here with me

to take the pain.

i’m paralysed.

i feel lost. confused and…

confused.

my vision is clouded

everything is

a blur.

i tried. walking the path

alone. i stumbled and fell

like words out of my mouth

i can’t

even tell. this makes no sense

i wish

i could cry

myself to sleep several times

sometimes i wish i could forget sooner just shut up and don't say too much

you're hurting yourself

my mouth is moving the truth is silent falling off my lips only hearing the birds

silence

the noise in my head i want to come clean confess the stains are growing rapid the bathwater goes tepid

sunken

shipwrecked is how my heart is in pieces is how my mind is the pain feels heavier to carry in the morning

flow series — murmurations

nature’s instinctive intelligence

communion through communication

i arrived innocent to the party not knowing the invitees barely the hosts there were no signs no posts

bending and moulding for attention i found there’s no time but apprehensions i really wanted to belong i really wanted to make friends but i also wanted to disappear would anyone want to befriend a ghost would anyone care the invisible

called faith not many of us have it but i’ll wait and i probe and i test it overstaying my welcome yearning for love and attention  i loose myself in the crowd colours melt into homogenous streams  flowing nowhere itching to be seen craving to be heard yearning to disappear

all in the same breath i call out for attention this precious thing called time immeasurable i count the seconds watch the handle tick away non stop in circles the pressure heightens and i keep going in circles my mind spirals out of control i feel

i am still at the party i am still here and only after years have i realised  all i wanted to do was to disappear so now i wonder if i have ever been to the party

the hosts were never around was there ever a party then a party without host is not a party then but a thick cloud of illusion fogging my brain causing confusion lost in direction existential who am i’s all i wanna do is curl up and cry

time time time it takes time time to move make marks and mistakes shed blood and tears the pain to purify heal the mortified parts

of selves

unified in grief we all meet in front of the gates who will let in

Here’s all the AI wisdom I’ve received:

There is no one-size-fits-all approach to being creative, as creativity is a very personal and subjective experience. However, here are some tips that can help stimulate your creativity:

Explore new things: Creativity often comes from having new experiences, so try new things, go to new places, and meet new people.

Keep an open mind: Try to approach situations with a curious and open mind, without any preconceived notions or expectations. This can help you see things from a different perspective and spark new ideas.

Take breaks: Sometimes stepping away from a project or idea for a while can help you come back with a fresh perspective and new ideas.

Embrace failure: Don't be afraid to make mistakes or fail. Often, the most creative ideas come from taking risks and experimenting.

Practice creativity: Just like any skill, creativity can be practiced and developed over time. Try to incorporate creative activities into your daily routine, such as writing, drawing, or brainstorming.

Collaborate: Working with others can help you generate new ideas and perspectives. Collaborating with people from different backgrounds or skill sets can be particularly helpful.