I’m trying to talk to you, anxiety’s on this freeway too, you are trying to follow your friend’s car in a town that’s new to only me. but, then my purse spills out every stray stowage out of my car and I’m trying to drive and grab my purse floating above my head Fuck, above … More Anxiety’s glaring distractions
I stumbled upon this article that my friend and Facebook friend and found a collection of “miniscule wonders”. I love these photos because it’s a deconstructed version of how I paint. So here’s what I did with for this micro mineral photo of nsutite and cacoxenite. I’ll start with shape and dimension, if I’m painting … More Unseen creatures, very small 12.20.2018
You can share a background, genetics, time, space but that doesn’t entitle you to someone else’s experience. Not innately by being close to that person. No, do you expect others to understand you through osmosis? No, you tell others what’s going on in your life. If they care they will listen. Dialogue with transparency and … More Whispers and a quote, 12.4.2018
“Sometimes just being, working towards life. That enough. I wouldn’t be mocked for unraveled expectations incompatible with my reality.”
“I don’t have to convince anyone of the ribbons lynched around my veins.
I can’t stop you from seeing my body fettle by pain, by invisible burdens.
The voice, my voice is not easily harnessed.”
Time stops and stutters to taunt me.
I’ll use my energy when I see fit.
I’m not here to convince you of my pain.
I’m here to live through it.”
“Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live” comes from an army phrase I picked up from my fiance who’s an Army veteran. The original phrase is “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill!”
Well, a lot of soldiers in the army have mental illness and are medicated for it. Thus, “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill.” … More Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live.
I live drifting between the worlds within myself, the serenity is truly terrifying.
The vibrant awe reaches beyond my authority.
[Life Square One, 2018]
… More Life’s a beach 🖤
“Do you care, when you hear the course rusted rasp
A voice that stills calls out crippled by mental illness
No one can see, they care about the profile
That’s all you are, a collection of instances
You can only be the person you seem to be…” … More It’s your fault