First week of summer break gone. Making my way through my tbr, morning walks by the sea, reading tarots after ages, quiet nights with friends or watching wong kar wai movies (which have become my whole personality this summer)
iin the quietIn empty bedrooms
w prayed in hospital rooms
thy I kept losing things I loved
the darkness for a reason
Ihe silence for a voice
t searched the clouds for a sign
wo fall like rain
waiting for an answer
Iith questions in my hands
used to look toward the heavens
WHe confuse conditioning with needs. What looks like an innate need for other people is often a need for validation, reassurance, belonging and protection from our own self limiting beliefs.umans are not social creatures.
My mind went awry, the Christmas tunes of a nearby radio faded away and the frigidness of the studio's bench under me seemed to dim. An older lady stands up from across the room, looking more nervous than I am, making her way to the front.
IE almost called you. I almost let my past self down. The months it took to work up the courage the months of perseverance to keep past almosts as almost. But I didn’t. Instead I took a bath. I screamed and I cried and I took a bath.ven if I didn’t care
own worst enemy. Everything could be laid out for me… the path extremely clear.. almost a perfectly straight line and I would complicate it with doubts, or that’s too hard and “what if?”
It’s also just easier to blame the world and others rather than blaming myself and the way I