Disassociate Histórias

The hanged woman seems to have a secret. The blue glow of her eyes gives her the air of someone who knows something we don't. She has learned how to let go of the normal filters of awareness and find comfort in discomfort. She has learned to become an ocean, full of rage and power and beauty and life. She spoke pain, breathed life, and lived like art. It's what she was. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice, it was supposed to make you feel something. She would make the world feel her pain.

A glimpse into the surreal experience of the world just going on after ours stopped. A very disassociated morning after a loss.

a short piece of writing i wrote a year back about the draining agony of being a self destructive person

In this short story we venture through the mind of an artist with a magical marker and an aching sadness in their heart.

void /vɔɪd/ 1. adjective 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲. "There's a void inside of me" 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘴 : empty, emptied, vacant, without contents, containing nothing, blank, bare, clear, unfilled, unoccupied, uninhabited, desolate, barren "the house has vast void spaces" 2. noun 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. "the black void of nothingness" 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘴 : gap, empty space, space, blank space, blank, vacuum, lacuna, hole, cavity, chasm, abyss, gulf, pit, hiatus

My insides out, expressing myself through poetry.

Thoughts of my one side just written down.

These are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.

We're not losing our minds together Ive just been lost in yours

disassociating it makes it better. .. .. right?