It isn't. Not in the way it's portrayed. We constantly hear: "love yourself first". Hell, no! Enough of that bs. I love everyone, and so what?! I love others a lot! and so what? I tend to love those who don't know how to love, and so what?! I pour myself onto others, and so what?! Isn't that a blessing, a strength?
By night, and in a storm, which is the time he generally comes, it is certain death. He calls me with no sound, like a Merman, and he wills me to go to him. And one of these nights I shall do so with fury.
Sweet & Wise Butterfly
Calling all the sweet ones, sweet ones. Calling all the wise ones, wise ones. "Did you hear that, little girl?" The sweet ones and the wise ones.
In the arms of Another
I really don’t wanna be in the arms of another. But, you see, he holds me, he touches me, he gives me what you don’t. So even if I don’t feel him, at least I feel myself. You care for me - you say. But your way of caring kills softly, drains my life drop by drop, keeping me in the distance, like a mannequin for display, while you touch others you don’t love. So, in order to feel alive, with the last threads of breath I’ve got, I let myself drift into the arms of another.
Meeting eye to eye with the Mother again. This time it struck me with a bittersweet blow that smashed every cell of my body, turning me into scattered pieces of rubbish.
Ego & Fitness
Fitness, which should be all about health, right? and however in my experience, and as the observer and empath that I am, I have in my short journey encountered a world of ego. No surprise here, as it is directly linked with the dense realm, the physical world, the body.