The sickening moment of
It can’t be real, go back
The infinitesimal seconds between before and
After where everything is different
When it’s all so new that
You can’t even feel the hurt yet
The twenty-three seconds of suspense
Of self-induced purgatory, of serendipitous imbalance
Floating in a daze and staring in wonderment at
Karmic retribution, a vicious circle
The tricks a tired brain plays and
The drunk heavy tongue telling you it could have been worse
And you know it’s true but you still want
Seventy-five seconds of mourning
Or maybe twenty-four hours of loathing
Cursing the ill-fated luck that brought you
This lesson, imaging what you could have done differently until
It all blurs and you lose touch with reality
3AM Thoughts // AKA “He Watches With Disdain As I Disappear Inside My Mind.”
I am turning to stone, nothing moves me or interests me any more.
// Virginia Woolf
What have you sacrificed to get to where you are now?
What would you sacrifice to be able to get it back?
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
// Anaïs Nin
Bah bah words.
Don’t think for a minute I’ve lost my faith, no, I’m tired of words, that’s all.
I’m dead tired of them bitches.
// Jack Kerouac
I have to be woman and endure this!
Bride Of Ice // Marina Tsvetaeva
You drain light from me so well
I start to love it, begin to crave your angry fists
Hammering either side of my head, I want to flinch
When your finger twitches, feel the decibels of my
Heartbeat increase with each violent speech
You make me weak, I start to miss it
Insufferable power struggles until your teeth
Eat my lips when we kiss, until you
Plunge into white skin, leaving purple flowers as a gift
3AM Thoughts // AKA “He Said Goodbye With His Fists, I Said Goodbye With My Lips.”
When life becomes too complicated and we feel overwhelmed, it’s often useful just to stand back and remind ourselves of our overall purpose, our overall goal.
When faced with a feeling of stagnation and confusion, it may be helpful to take an hour, an afternoon, or even several days to simply reflect on what it is that will truly bring us happiness, and then reset our priorities on the basis of that.
This can put our life back in proper context, allow a fresh perspective, and enable us to see which direction to take.
The Art of Happiness: A Handbook for Living // Dalai Lama XIV
I am still learning how to live & love.
I am still learning how to do both without inflicting pain on others.
If you realize that you have enough, you are truly rich.
Tao Te Ching // Lao Tzu