enough sad stories about a love lost, it was my own fault anyway, and i've moved on!
...to questioning everything around me? absolutely. but is that a bad thing?
the upmost best time to do so - and i say with no acceptance of criticism - is the night. more specifically, nights when you can look through the window and stare at the moon. what's so mesmerising about it is unknown to me but imagine this-
it is late summer, still warm enough to have the window open a little,
as the breeze makes its way in, the weight flows out,
and for some of us - with it - feelings
it can feel numb, but it's comfortable.
music floods your ears
even if you can't hear it too well over your brain's complaints,
it's comforting
music is confusing - like a foreign language
you don't fully understand it
but it communicates in ways nothing else seems to do
you can allow the darkness swallow you whole, but it's comfortable.
this aside, what i think is best is when it's really cold, the frost enveloping the windowsill
you can feel the chill
but did you know you can get goosebumps from genuine feeling?
a rare occurrence
but one's like this one; it's comfortable.
it's strange how you can pull the curtains open and see your favourite thing
but when you're sane again
it's gone.
what i mean is,
you lean over to check the time
it's already passed four AM
your eyes don't grow heavy watching the moon.
i'll never be able to go there.
the thought saddens me
but alas,
i suppose it's safer when gravity pulls you back down
preventing you from losing yourself on the urge to feel alive.
this is comfortable.
despite being the least spiritual person to walk the earth, i like to think stars are able to depict the future.
sometimes it's best when they get lost in the abyss of coal.
sometimes it's best to allow fate to align itself.
it's probably past five now, you know.
that being said, i'll permit nature take it's own course.
the mere knowingness this isn't your headspace.
sometimes, tears from your bloodshot eyes fall.
but it's comfortable.
though this is just ephemeral, it's comfortable.
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shadow work
Poetry"diving into the unconscious material that shapes our thoughts, emotions, and behaviors,"
