Constant mixed emotions… Feels as if I’m a buoyant stick at the drop of a waterfall. Subject to pushing, held under water, rising to the top, embraced gently by hundreds of bubbles, caught in a spin back under the fall… I need an escape… Sometimes I think I find release, but maybe I’m just hopeful… always… so.. hopeful.
I am not dying just folding paperbacks into my veins 1928 mantras and soft-spoken tragedies, now taught in school for children to connect to a lost generation, generation of bullet holes and blood in soil, American flags and schoolgirl pride, say the anthem louder now, one nation under god, under…
This is wonderful, great poem… Eye-opening. Glad to be following you, scaryfragile!
I don’t know what it is, but these two phrases carry a substantial amount of density that I always recognize. Something generic that we don’t often think twice about. Something that requires us to make a decision to answer honestly, or simply. And yet, though latent, these phrases are a test to us. Opening realms of opportunities and networks, just a matter of friendly progressions away.
Creating conversation in earnest has felt rewarding, though I know I may always feel so distant.
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”—Jim Morrison (via tanushhka)