Notes of Ana Lucia ❤

Me: lol okay amor.

Here today, with him. Blessed beyond, in retrospect of my horror; mindset. With you,  I welcome a safe room. 

Me: I've been measuring the feeling of float.

Self-love, let me explore you. 

Muah.

It’s been a minute. Proudly admit but also remember it with the fear of returning. It is needed, possibly for those who describe those moments as horror. To stop them at once, don't test it. Not for the weak, not for those who are dependent on the feeling of something other than what it is without the scientific process of maintaining it... the necessity to want more of that addiction. 

The fear of actually being on a flying object of major altitude certainly portrays a diminishing fear in my soul, with the unknown of any mechanics or in air breach of safety. To me, this isn’t a free feeling but a conflict of emotion trapped in an moving device objective to notion of emergency breakdown. 

Hello there, online journal of solitude. A platform of freely presented thoughts in a life that is constantly unknown with the eagerness to discover. Or in essence of a mental breakdown in manic exposure of an uncontrollable mindset dependent of the addiction.