I don’t do poetry butuhhhh here is this poem thingy =)
My mind is in such a strange spot lately. I haven’t been able to write. I haven’t been able to successfully balance an extremely high stress situation and the joy I’ve found and the truths I’ve experienced. I’m everywhere, and nowhere. How is it possible to feel so utterly hopeless and so happy to be alive at the same time? Can I stop the world for a bit? Can I stop time? Anyways–this is what came out of me when I tried to write my normal stuff:
It waits for silence
It waits for senses, for experience
That was so beautiful Renee :) “The light must dim to give room to words, lessons, labels”—-I know, what a bummer!! It’s always there…it’s all there ever was, all there ever will be, it was there before us and will be there after us, & nothing (especially negative) we can say will change the truth of it.
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