live, don't be lived.
a stream of consciousnesss finding a place to land.
thoughts
on being lived
I have been lived for awhile. Self-aware enough to know that is what I was doing — the panic, the anxiety, watching myself from the outside and realizing I wasn't in it. Then I decided to live, and all that panic turned into something else entirely.
what she gave me
She gave me my joy back. How it feels to be there, and how it feels to not — so I could understand it. I've always been running from feeling it. I understand it now and it hurts because I know the truth now.
the path being paved
Two paths never meant to cross but crossed they did. One path already made, other still being paved. The path being paved had to go its separate way to build itself. And maybe one day the paths will cross again and both head the same way.
photos
lines
she broke me in all the right places.
I came from a small stream and decided to become a waterfall.
most people are plagiarizing their lives nowadays.
what time takes, it gives back.
I'm not a writer, I'm just the writer of my life.
she was the one to show me what the one is like. something I cannot have.
I'll keep pruning until I become the flower I want — even then, beautiful flowers still need pruning.
writing is expressing love.
live, don't be lived.
I just need to let it be what it was and let it turn into a scar. A beautiful scar.
I’ve always been so terrified of losing my mind again, but in reality I’m finally finding it again.