Pitseleh

I only have vague poetic feelings / that I cannot bring together.

“There’s a point where I realize I’m getting bad again. I have trouble getting out of my head. I start to feel very alone. I start to feel this deep sadness and heaviness that does not go away. Often times I deny that I’m getting bad again. I shouldn’t be at this point anymore. It’s been three years. I should be past this. I should know the lies that my mind tells me. I shouldn’t believe them. I should be rainbows and butterflies all the days of my life. I should…I should…I should.”

You are still that someone precious, that the universe loves so much, whether you are a mess or not.

An investment in knowledge pays the best interest.

I may be the heavy cloud on a blue sky or the soft, gentle dancing wind. I may be the spaces in between the stars or the light that resonates the moon. I may be the cloudless, dull sky or the loud roar of the ocean. I may be anything I want to be but no matter how much I try no matter how much I want I, definitely, cannot be the one you love.