Sometimes it feels like I’m raising a young girl that chooses death inside a woman who have no choice but to bring life.
I see the world through shades that refuse to exist.
The eye of truth is obsessed with death as much as it fears resurrection.
I have faith in the future. I know I have more time to dig up more graves in the graveyard that is my soul for versions of myself that were never allowed to be.
Now, i know myself In the comfort of the walls of my own mind
Sarcastic, a bit cynical some of my pieces have fallen out, Others are hanging like broken teeth. My skin won’t shed completely and my fingers aren’t enough to hold me
Yet, I refuse to ask for help afraid if someone actually reached out
Loneliness to someone who’s used to be alone and prefers to be feels a lot like betrayal…
I wish I could stop feeling this lonely all the time, it’s almost like a phantom limb pain. I’m feeling pain in a part of me that no longer exists…
Bleeding rage from an invisible wound.
•Quotes: Halsey/Christa Wolf/ Anne Sexton/ Anne Carson/Louis Tomlinson/ Kaveh Akbar/Junot Diaz/ Janet Fitch/Rosalind M. Baker.
•Original context: sinligh
1. Art by Liu Yuanshou. 2. Jada Wilson "The Fallen Order". 3. Ray Donley (1950, American). 4. “Emergiendo Ill”DeAngel painting 2008. 5.MIND OVER MATTER by Valerie Patterson.
