#honest expression

I’m feeling as though I need to be brutally honest. Not with the intent to be brutal... and I don’t want to over-rotate, but... to be honest to the point of risk... and then into risk. Because without the risk, there is no - ... no highs, just minor swells of in-between. Like there are still lows - No risk and still Lows - but the highs...? I mean, maybe occasionally... short-lived. When we do and don't know how.. its like when two distinct complex patterns momentarily synchronize - or seemingly so. Empty bliss... enjoyably empty gestures... the beauty of bubbles. We float - mystifyingly so - reflecting the world as it is not. Empty and fragile... to burst with no pieces to collect and build again, ... just gone. Because our film was so thin, lacked substance, weight... lacked the consistency of that which comes with risk. The beauty of bubbles... the effortlessness, the carefree, the whim... the ability to disappear... due to a consistency made to wash clean. Because what you risk... sticks and gums and clings and spills and soils and stains, has substance and mixture and composition, leaves residue - evidence it was there, of it’s presence... of attempt... to be something... more than - ? ... beauty of bubbles.

May our bodies be

instruments, and may

our vibrations of intent

be received as song

May its wordless serenade

awaken the infinite within

us, and our galaxies

- down to the atom -

dance and create a chemistry

That only complimentary souls

can.

The Importance of Healthy Emotions People often limit the range of emotions they feel comfortable expressing to only "positive emotions." Among the emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, half are negative emotions, yet expressing them is seen as a virtue and maturity. Just as saying "I like it" for something good and "it's beautiful" for something pretty, saying "I dislike it" for something unpleasant or "I hate it" for something distasteful is a healthy behavior.

I am looking forward to the future. 

I want to be able to express myself in healthy ways.

I don’t want to be on that destructive path. 

When I look back I barely recognize that person. That girl was so lost, so broken. It pains me to think of her.

I want to be better.

I want to be free... In a healthy way, not a “I want to spill my blood on the floor and no longer exist” way.