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The want is exploding out of my cells.Visceral daily reaction contained only in my skin.It’s not visible, so I pretend.There’s nothing else, so I fake.I can fake anything; never believe otherwise.Nobody can pretend to themselves like I do.I can talk myself out of my deepest desires for eternity.Always a bit longer.But when the deck holding…
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I’ve been on the edge. I feel like screaming at people every step of the way: anxiety, annoyance, general restlessness. I don’t like it a little bit. It could be work-related, or it could be the “I want it all and I want it now” attitude, or it could be hormones. Oh, life is a…
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Sometimes, but not every day, I feel grateful for the punches life has already thrown at me. At least some lessons were already learned. At least I know how to navigate uncertainty. I know nothing is forever, and I am rarely thrown out of balance. Accepting all the punches in apparent apathy. The apathy of…
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I cannot save him anymore. I can only push him through this mad world by hand, protecting him even so slightly from emotional damage.Reality catches with us all; he got at least 10 additional years than I had.Would I like to keep on my motherly protectiveness? Yes.Would I like for him not to have the…
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Betrayal should have an expiration date. How useless is it to feel betrayed by a dead person? Nobody tells you that death changes nothing for you in terms of emotions. Dead people can still hurt you, they can make you cry, and they for sure can make you feel ridiculous about all that. During all…