(ThX Cookie)
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by M³ Blogga
30 Sep
The Labyrinth Syndrome.
On some days the mind seems to be like an endless labyrinth of questions, of thoughts wondering around. Uncontrollable and delicate.
Thoughts keeping on following you, of unprocessed feelings or experiences you had or of something you don’t want to let go of. The smell of his neck, the smile on her face the last time you saw her, the warmth of her belly just before she gave birth, the tears in his eyes when you told him you were leaving, the cushion you slept on when you were little. Some things never disappear, they are yours to keep and yours to deal with. Even if they all sound pretty romantic, they are not all beautiful life souvenirs. Treasured? Yes. Grateful for them? Of course. Need to think about some partly painful episodes over and over again? No fucking thank you.
Maybe these days could be described as fragile, as vulnerable. When everything and everybody around you seems to be attacking at once, leaving open wounds. When nostalgia and memories catch you in your sleep, whilst you sit open eyed staring at an object all day. Songs, glances and moves happening are analyzed in detail, trying to find some words or actions that could explain your eggshell state. Looking for answers in anything.
Maybe you should just sit back. Breath in, relax. Process. Let it come over you and not be scared of that happening. Trying to not show or even not caring that its written all over your face. Being aware of why it might be happening. Facing your own reality, facing who you are and why you are the way you are. Accepting that one, and not giving a damn if others can’t. Loosing yourself to then find and love yourself, loving your self.
The Labyrinth Syndrome.
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by M³ Blogga
27 Aug
Morning Thought
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Learn from yesterday, live for today and hope for tomorrow.
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(Thx J.)
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