I am torn between the need to be held, touched, fully accepted and the need to be alone.
Torn between the need to be seen for who I am and stay invisible.
Torn between life and death. Wanting to live life to the fullest and having constant thoughts about death.
Sometimes, we get caught up trying to solve our life. When we’re in the middle of the river, we don’t understand how bad things are.
We get over-upset about small things. Somebody’s snarky look, or a sneaky comment. Or simply seeing our neighbor's ugly bike in the middle of our…
If you’ve lived a hard life,
There is only one fear
bigger than the fear of death
and that is the dreaded feeling,
—the fear of looking back.
Fear of facing the past
and reliving the event
— like a brave soldier.
Then you’ll also understand:
That the light that comes after that
is the most sacred light in existence.
For it is a relief
that no one else can provide you with,
but a gift only you can give yourself.
Let’s not let our words ruin the way
our bodies feel when we touch.
Let’s not be one of the many drifting apart,
putting their shield up for protection.
Let’s have the dreaded conversation
for the sake of protecting our magic.
When the rush of anger passes
we have a choice:
We either turn different directions and never look back
or look forward without any secrets.
If we chose to keep quiet,
we’ve lost the battle,
we’ve claimed the defeat too soon
and gave up on us.
Or we chose to go back to being together
without the need to fill in the silence
and enjoy each others’ closeness
without holding any secrets back.
So take my fingers loosely clasped in your lap
As I conquer the heavy feelings
and welcome the agonizing silence
before I express my true needs.
Wake up tired
Take the 4 hours of sleep every night,
Replace 1 hour of rest with 1 hour of work,
Answer a toxic friend you don’t even wanna talk to,
Remove a boundary — because nobody wants your boundaries!
Add self-improvement training to your long to-do list because you’re never good enough,
Add a pinch of procrastination to your morning routine.
If it doesn't taste bitter enough, add some more!
And.. don’t forget to remind yourself you’re falling behind schedule.
Enjoy your self-made 🍸 Cortisol Cocktail 🍸
with an extra bitter taste that stays long after the hangover.
They were each other's hot project.
And once the spark fizzled out,
They were only hungry bodies
Craving for intimacy.
The need for intimacy is always there. To be connected to the other, to be seen and validated when emotionally exposed, to be naked in front of the world and universe itself. We crave hugs that last, a gentle kiss on the forehead, a stroke down the cheeks — being validated and feeling safe with one another. But we often confuse this need with sex.
I didn’t grow up with heroes I wanted to model,
but people I didn’t want to be like.
I didn’t see happy faces glow up,
but gloomy lost faces.
I’m sorry you’ve been through so much,
I’m sorry it hurt.
But your self-harming narrative
makes me love myself,
makes me rise above the excuses and fears
and live unlimited — a life you couldn’t choose.