using words to describe thots is like using a screwdriver to carve a turkey!!!
I wrote last night and it felt good to create. My thots nudged me in my sleep until I stumbled around for pen and paper. I just scribbled down thot after thot and maybe it was still-born but I loved it anyway. I don't think I'm getting better, I just think I'm getting use to this feeling of never making it "good enuff." I struggle for the perfect wordz...the missing pieces...but I've found that it feels good to struggle this much. The end result tastes pretty good to me.
I realized that when she said she didn't like me, she was looking into a mirror and saying that she doesn't like herself. As much as she hurts me and makes me as crazy as her, I want her to be ok. Cuz I don't think she had a little brother that would do ANYTHING for her. I don't think she had friends that told her she was loved. I don't think she had a mother who locked her in herself until she loved being there. After all that's happened, I love her more than the day before. She's fuckin' weird and bitchy and mean, but she's an example of what could happen to me. An example of what I won't let happen to me.
When we feel incomplete, we're constantly searching for someone to complete us. We just have to admit that friends, partners, family, passions can add sweet dimensions to our lives, but we are responsible for our own fulfillment. We're the evil queens AND the innocent princesses. We're the dragons AND the heros. We're the pain AND the healing. I think life's all about an adventure that includes rescueing ourselves from ourselves daily.
I think that some human beings require more understanding than others...it's really fascinating.
You are all unique and irreplaceable. I love you...with no strings attached...I love you all for free! Whether you triumph or are defeated today, you have my friendship forever.
Happy Trails,
Kristen
I realized that when she said she didn't like me, she was looking into a mirror and saying that she doesn't like herself. As much as she hurts me and makes me as crazy as her, I want her to be ok. Cuz I don't think she had a little brother that would do ANYTHING for her. I don't think she had friends that told her she was loved. I don't think she had a mother who locked her in herself until she loved being there. After all that's happened, I love her more than the day before. She's fuckin' weird and bitchy and mean, but she's an example of what could happen to me. An example of what I won't let happen to me.
When we feel incomplete, we're constantly searching for someone to complete us. We just have to admit that friends, partners, family, passions can add sweet dimensions to our lives, but we are responsible for our own fulfillment. We're the evil queens AND the innocent princesses. We're the dragons AND the heros. We're the pain AND the healing. I think life's all about an adventure that includes rescueing ourselves from ourselves daily.
I think that some human beings require more understanding than others...it's really fascinating.
You are all unique and irreplaceable. I love you...with no strings attached...I love you all for free! Whether you triumph or are defeated today, you have my friendship forever.
Happy Trails,
Kristen