me coming back to my truth. feels like injustice that it can get away from u because of pain. and that pain can appear ot be smth its not -our defenses. like the song phoebe. everyone has felt that about themselves but for a while i didnt admit to that deeper feeling. flake it away. coming back go myself towards soft and knwong there r people who r also there is like an exhale. WHAT SEEMS PERFORMATIVE like audrey talking about her rbother bc so far away from self. ur relationship to urself is everything. transmutes reality. WOKING ON: DEBUNKING FORM (MUSICALS... structure.) MY GIFT: articulating feelings with words. creating experiences from words. putting into tangible the intangible. the fricking magic dust. feeling. that's how i provoke change. tapping into the hearts. truth telling?! that's what i want to dedicate my life to. (Form is dangerous sometimes; depend on physical walls like rn watching myelf type on fricking infinite google tab.) also sign of limitations: feeling the need to be smth specific/ appear a specific way. not allow for shift of arrows direction to lead me and foster it and the rest is like leaves flaling off a tree. cup overflowing. so even me witnesing others ive known not to take too legitamtely/ still. its only the leaves falling off of a devoted tree. to its growth so much so that leaves can regrow and fall again.
form: blank page is reality so u can make anything.
JUST HAVE CONFIRMED I LOVE BLOGGER. THANK YOU BLOGGER AND T STOK.
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