You know too often we get caught glancing, chances thrown at us and we can’t help but ignore them, and I’ve been thinking, should we always risk these kinds of forces, I mean like how often is it we get to make a choice that could give and take so easily, you know what I’m talking about, the ones that are not always as clear or empathetic when it comes to these people, you’ll meet a part of yourself that is telling you to listen to your body knowing very well your mind feels and your heart thinks as if this couldn’t have been anymore simpler, late last night I was looking at planets from bed, closed my eyes for a moment your name in here is this another way to uncomplicate and this just got even more painful, carrying uncertainty is almost like dragging a body, is also like telling yourself you’re worth care and love without the self, still honoring its tradition giving hope with no strings attached this the last effort for your mind to breathe at ease, ready to call home, selfish reasons for you, sometimes, they have to learn what its like to live without a loving mind and careful heart, the ones that claim it are appropriate to this type 4, call home and ask them to hold the door open for your return this is the final downpour, ask the sky to rain down on you, beg it to scare, so you learn to never go back, to drown far from this feeling for something new, treat yourself to take your own breath away you already know what to do, don’t let me repeat it mindless times, go, now.
I’ve been thinking about how we see words instead of the world, people ask me about myself like I’m meant to have all the answers however I haven’t met anyone who has. I honestly believe life is about learning and growing forever, and I love that feeling the most.
It gives off an achievement of assumptions that you will know, and there’s an almost clear intuition. We go the rest of our lives trying to search for things that someone tells us we can’t find or worse ourselves, we bounce off idea’s that others have cast spells into us because they haven’t been brave enough and I don’t see this as a weakness just to be clear I see this almost as a plea, how often do we want to be saved by ourselves and subconsciously ask others to save us or even better ask our body, sometimes all we need is to be polite and honest when we’re talking about ourselves to someone or even better when we are talking to ourselves.
So much is already left into the infinite galaxies we are still trying to see life to almost decide, and yet I wonder why is it that sometimes we don’t choose to do something as beautiful as to look in the mirror once in a while, gestures to your body in the form of gratitude are as rewarding as healing. Remember this, when you’re feeling like you’re hopeless into this world, into this body, give yourself a break. Celebrate the littlest dreams, and be your most amazing self for you and your body.
There is so much we are capable of if we treat our body the we would like to be treated, and this is a fact.
There’s nothing more terrifying than yourself, when you reach a space in the mind where your body becomes this conscious unconscious being you’re left in limbo, its been nearly 2 weeks since I have started feeling this disconnected and in search of human touch and allowed for words like resistance, temptation and respect outside of myself, I’m constantly looking for answers in this person and I’m really starting to question whether they can be found only within me, I’m not doubting myself, I’m just trying to understand how it is I can heal through other faucets when these words keep attacking my healing shields, what do you do when you start to fall into obvious low’s when you’re feeling depressed it almost feels like almost nothingness, how do you change the taps to things like temptation and a quick fix I am at a point in my mental where I am realizing that I am not a person of strict routine when it comes to self-care, I mean I’m starting to think that maybe I should try and go back to routine, try to see how it works instead of blindly following help from things that I can not touch, my only problem with routine is that after a while, routine slowly begins to have the opposite effect-, I am still loading…
I have been capitalizing my spare time with chaos and conversation around a type of self that is coming to terms with a truth, ultimately, when you make mistakes in the blood of others you have to be ready for the imploding downfall of its reparations, there is choice with every intention and sometimes we are so quick to choose temptation over what is the right thing to do, when you cross over truth you cannot call on your name whisper sweet words coated in honey even you are capable of sweet talking yourself into clout, you say you favor honesty, be critical about the way you over share yourself this body is both self-destructive and hope encased in flowers in the same algorithm, you, are not safe from your words remember, choice is a repercussion of its representation, be both gentle and careful when you bark at not only yourself but others, do not sweeten your mistake call it for what it is, this, this is how you heal and sugar cane honesty for its true class, be brave enough to allow uncomfortable into honesty’s pride when you misplace your choices into its ego, deem there will always be consequences for its bark, do not make light of its claim, or be ready for its noise.
Authenticity is a lost feeling that is desperately trying to be seen by ourselves, pause-, inside this living, borderline in a person that does not listen to backwards words of themselves and understands that they do not have to fit in, there is power in living a truth that makes sheep around you uncomfortable, don’t slander your truth for attention, when you brake a body in order of temptations you have lost to both bodies, you cannot be tested and watch such things and call them fate, entrenched bodies to temptation are a set up for malice, these persons who confuse their black cat see a different 80 20 percent in you while shackled people can get lost in freedom and refuse to check for accountability, when you wish yourself to vanish into tattle tale you can’t leave your morals behind they will catch up to you somewhere in dark corners next to that lie you refused to tell, and between inevitability, authenticity can do that, it can clout your favor and snatch it right under your skin, there is where you will lose control and play catch up with the mind, admitting you never checked, freedom is a bias when it disregards the obvious danger of involvements when it involves others, you’re not safe, you think you’re safe but you’re not safe, you’re still in hiding, the worst kind of person that lies in order for self-benefit knowing its moral compass is unknown danger to themselves first, isn’t it a little ironic, all you had to do was be honest with yourself first, instead of hurting heartbeat-, wait on it.
Weightlessness, so much of ourselves in all the same places, put different understandings of our metaphors in the name of what is riotous and core to our beings, I’ve heard people say they don’t feel alive anymore the same hopes and dreams are not the same thrive as they were a kid, I tell them, be mindful of your body, it is capable of bringing anything to life, people talk about dreams like they are this weak thing don’t know they are the hidden meanings behind all these strong words, just because we speak in flowers don’t mean our child-like memories do not make them any less real, they are real too, anyone who tells you otherwise has not lived and is openly lying to themselves first, chose to close off this world and people alike forget they have also known this feeling all too familiar scared they will never forget its meaning, when you cross paths to find yourself stuck between what is real and what you’re capable of imagining don’t let other people’s resistance be a reflection of yourself remind you how far you have come to this air, this breath been fighting its own battle long before it knew its name, come clean with yourself and challenge worlds apart, heal them with your words reminding them you’re a reflection of who you are and not who you were, dreams are nowhere as fake as everyone likes to delude, they are the foundation reality of our goals, remember this when they try to silence your type of living.
I tag on his pride and he drops to my mouth, I pick him up with my lips make way for his hands tell him I don’t like it slow, want something I can brag about, he takes my hands puts them behind my back tells me he will make sweet melody with my voice I can’t help bite my bottom lip look into his eyes and smile up at him, I tell him fine, and warn him I’m an expert when it comes to the right domineer, warn him again that I can also be an expert just for him, he looks at me trailing my sides until he reaches the soft tail of my back pulls me in and says, I have a bad habit when it comes to hearts like yours, I respond likewise as he wraps his hand around my neck warning me about his presence I can tell by the look in his eyes he is intrigued, he asks me about the undeserving I have allowed into my body commanding he is not like the rest of these heartbeats, I laugh and ask him to stop lying, say he has a lot to prove and words that sing in flowers are not the kind of song you’re after, he tightens his strength around my neck I grab his hand dazed he smirks and says, I am not like the rest of these hopes, I am sharpening my words enough to ignite you the way you like and pay attention to your body, give me everything you breathe in, I don’t like sharing inner beauty of the mind, don’t make me say this again, I taste my lips and say, how long did it take you to practice these kinds of spells I too I’m not hope, you should watch the way you use such honey then I push at his hand, and ask him to tighten his grip he dosesn’t, he tags my purple hair kisses me without missing a beat and says, I don’t like being told what to do there is no truth in my being that way, plus, were’t you curious about my touch, told you I can give you both love and ecstasy, I rest both my hands on his grip look at him and say, chock me harder, please-, soft fire dream.
Kiss, I can be nice and I can be casanova, I’ve learnt so well what it means to romance hearts and never exhaust melody of being animate, kiss me and tassle your words tightley enough around my neck wrap your hands with mine, please; and melt me with your rare, kiss, I get bored easily so be careful with my heart, it is bored to death with all the lies and split hearts of ghost words with no erotics, kiss me again, I am warned by her’s and him but I could not warn you enough about me, I’ll giggle into your ear whisk my tongue down your lips to your neck you have been warned about how I get my ways, it’s just one allure after another, bite you back and create fantasy right before your eyes, hands tied behind your back, I am not afraid to show you how much I love, when you love me too-, love you.
“My mental state is shifting conundrum, the space around me is an abyss dream that must include wishful thinking and a playful mind, there are so many words that are full on this body and love has swelled the alphabet whole, chose to keep safe its melody of being animate, titled it me and ran away with its meaning, when you’re in both worlds like this there is no neutral ground, no dream like catch ups, this is your reality, grow with your body.”
25.5.18 | UPDATE | 9.6.18
I’ve been off them for a while now, this was a personal decision after taking them for a couple of months. A lot of things have changed in my body both pros and cons. However, in my experience, while taking the prescription, I felt the cons may not have been more or less than the pros, however, more damaging to my being on a personal level. I say on a personal level because like I’ve said and said I am the type of person that thoroughly enjoys self-improvement on a lot of different levels, as well as an ongoing journey of self-acceptance, love care, spirit and growth. In saying this I have put my honest truth when it comes to my list of pros and cons while I was on prescribed medication for major depression and anxiety. Please keep in mind this is my own personal experience and everybody’s bodies are extremely different.
I’m very well aware that medication assists in helping others live a more aware and fulfilling life so to speak, however, I am also aware that for some it is not always the case. Our bodies are not made the same so something that works for someone else, may not always work for you, so this is where I feel its very important to be understanding about these types of conversations and destigmatize the interactions around mental health; So we can be able to find more and more solutions. Pros
My mood/ energy was peeking.
There were less, and if any negative thoughts stopped right in their tracks.
I felt lighter when I was around people.
I most of the time felt present and really happy.
There were so many highs I felt like this is who I am, which gave me confidence in myself.
My mind, my thought process had never been so empty, I felt so much lighter.
I was able to not be so harsh on myself.
It helped a lot more with my anxiety.
I grew comfortable in not having to always be so intense about everything and blowing things into crazy proportions even though the situation or whatever it was was really not that deep. I liked the energy and mood of being neutral, it was the closest balance I had ever felt in my life and if felt damn good.
I didn’t want to admit to this, however being on this prescription allowed me what I like to call ‘clear choice problem solve’ where I was able to make choices based on my bodies entirety rather than its fear. Whether it was abandonment or self-worth, I was able to make somewhat wise and less harmful decisions towards myself.
I was having a lot of lost memory in the moments I was high off being so present and happy. Even though I was more present, I felt as though I was not really there. The best example I can give is rather than living in the moment I felt like I was trying to hold on to existing.
I was always very tired and sleepy even way after the six week mark.
I was having a lot of unexplained paralyses as though I was for sure in another scene in my life but in reality that was not the case, I was extremely scared. It got up to a point where I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t anymore.
Because the prescription is the type of medication that releases the ‘good feeling chemicals’ in my mind I almost felt not myself at times, as in there were so many highs but I couldn’t keep true to my body and was almost neglecting a huge portion of myself. And when these realizations come up I strongly felt like the medication was like “no this is a negative thought triggered by your depression” and before I could even decide for myself the thought was gone and in a sense, I, felt like I was cheating my body and myself.
I didn’t feel anything. Even at the times where I say I’m happy they were more boosts of energy and mood but I can never truly say they were feeling. I was like a robot almost. There was no real balance it was just this clean slate of energy and mood highs that I didn’t have a second to myself about being, well, human. I know this sounds very strange and what not but for me, this was my experience with the prescription and for everybody it is different.
I really honestly lost myself. I didn’t know who I was anymore because I was almost not allowed to think or have any sort of space and time alone, and when I think about it it was something along the lines of triggers maybe. I’ll never really know to be perfectly honest.
I was almost never hungry. I would literally forget to eat, and if I did eat it was because my body was aching, not because I was hungry or even wanted to eat.
I started to feel dependent on the prescription. I felt like I couldn’t be happy or “normal” if I wasn’t taking them. And it got up to the point where I would have panic attacks. This also happened while I was buying the prescription once.
I felt as though I couldn’t or was slowly losing the ability to express myself not only in my writing but I was just always happy and light nothing less and nothing more. There was always this need to be neutral about everything.
Majority of my problem solving are to do with only one organ in my body and that is my heart. I can’t even begin to explain to you how many times I’ve hurt myself problem solving this way; this right beside depression is a whole other destruction all on it own.
Observe, there are no bad people in the world but bad intentions, we are all chose of characteristics to how we are treated and seen how we are visible to the worlds eye too unkind to see that prejudice, judgment and double-edged knives are never the answer to another person’s body reaching out for help, be kind and listen to what they are both saying and not saying this is how we heal, place their heart in both hands and show them they are a home too, sometimes we all need reminding, observe, we are starved for ourselves never forgot that feeling it is crying for help from the deepest parts of your bodies affection, observe, how the rain has this way of at ease this body, I will never really understand why I’m convinced its a secret language between two realms, when it plays lullaby’s I can sleep anywhere, I sleep to this,- you won’t find me, I have so many hiding places that I confuse my breath for the air..