#rawagave

I remember the times it all

felt

so,

strange to think about the future.

Now that it's here, I celebrate the success of making it,

While

Honoring

while ignoring

the reality of how fucking hard everything is.

Stay alive,

You can do it,

you are enough...

Yeah yeah so they say,

But what they aren't saying is

The truth...

none of this is worth it, none of this is fair.

Iconery aside, I experience pain and I'm actually pretty sensitive. I'm sure we can all relate to that feeling of being down, so low, you know it's time to phone that friend.

I recently did that, and they said they would come through. and when I said I loved them, they didn't say it back this time. And I didn't hear from them for the following 5 days.

I'm stuck between being grateful and being gas lit.

I told them I was low, I told them I was behind... I know the world doesn't stop for me, but I wish, just this one time, someone at least saw the tears in my eyes, and wanted to show up for me at an inconvenient time, just to validate that they can see the struggle.

At least, in this situation... specifically because they had the capacity and I did not ask for anything outside of their means.

"Hey, did you get a chance to send that?

"I left to my time share for the weekend and did nothing but puppy yoga and chill."

I'm grateful, but don't you see that your list of priorities is skewed?

What the fck is up y'all? It's Monday Madness here in the U S of A and we are feeling Manic!!! Not as a personal viewpoint, but as a general population in 2025, B*TCH WE OUT HERE!

What are you doing to keep yourself hydrated? Coffee? Alcohol?? WATER??

Water is in everything and so is delusion, so get yourself through this day and say what you need to say because at the end of the day, it could be your last end of the day.

Uncultured swine and filth.

Devastating tragedies, paper cuts,

Writing aside and effervescent flow.

Continuous havoc, bottomless aggression.

Internal battles, articulated circumference,

fractions of extensions

This moment of fear.

Over Consumption and rotting waste...

while every one is concerned about their waist or becoming famous on the internet.

It’s all a big fucking personality contest.

Who else is tired, ashamed, sad, empty…

I think of her and smile, I am flooded with gratitude.

I can do anything on my own, but to lean into another soul, and accept the love they give is a journey I recently started.  She sees my vision and moves in alignment, which is fortunate enough to be In alignment with a few goals of her own. how bold and worthy I feel when you trust me with your vulnerability. I didn’t believe in a love so pure, so fluid. It’s like ok,

so,

imagine;

The wind blowing and noticing a small trail of wispy puffs of thicker air. Now imagine the wind following that trail and finding a crowd of people surrounding a pit of rocks surrounding various pieces and sizes of dried wood. Imagine the wind becoming intrigued,  And then pouring out from behind the trees.

With each breath, the wind moves closer, So close now that it notices  With each strike, 

a small ember emerges from between the rocks. The wind is confused,

Goddess.

What I feel doesn’t need to be explained, Only felt, So, I don’t overthink, In fact, I pause, And breathe her in A little more deeply, Moments like this won’t last forever, And i accept that That is what makes them so beautiful, But,

. .

.

. No but, .

. This is the experience, She is an experience

And I wouldn't want it to have been any different,