Friday, August 21, 2009
So tonight, I'm feeling trapped within my own body, longing for something I cannot have. Hard to comprehend how I once took it for granted.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
This quote is one of my favourites. Even when the storm becomes too much, a roaring force threatening to obliterate your last shread of hope, choose to dance in the rain. Dance in the streets, pyjamas and bare feet; dance by the ocean, twirling, laughing and shreaking as the wind lashes your face; dance until your legs can carry you no more. Just dance.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
She wishes things were different, for her life to be the way it could have been. She watches as her friends begin to graduate university, travel, get jobs, their full licences, and move out. It is a world that could have been her reality, but remains unknown.
I let go long ago, I accepted my new reality, my new normality. I learnt to love my life, find new loves, and build new dreams. But the old me, the girl I can never be again, is still there in the back of my mind, a ghost of the past, and in the silence I hear her. I hope I always will; she reminds me of how far I’ve come.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.”
There is something so comforting about the rain. I like that I can always count on the rain; no matter what happens, it will always keep raining. Maybe you know the feeling I’m talking about, maybe you don’t. But when I listen to the rain, the soothing sound against my window, I feel at peace. No worry can touch me when it is raining.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
You start to wonder if its there at all, or nothing more than a figment of imagination. Is it important? You wonder. You wonder how something that isn't quite there, that continually slips away from your mind's eye, can feel of great importance. Important enough that you waste hours trying to reach it. Important enough that it keeps niggling at your concious, always there, but not quite.
My mind is made of fragments. I can come across as odd, when those fragments slip by the barrier between mind and reality. I say things that don't quite fit. They come out of nowhere, making little sense. Just fragments of thoughts that are in passing. I often confuse others.
I feel somewhat disconnected at times. Like there's a glass barrier between myself and reality. I see myself there, talking with others, but always apart. My body is there but my mind is up in the clouds, like I am watching myself from a birds eye view.
I wish I could put my finger on that something, then maybe my mind would find some rest.