that everything is a choice
and we can decide.
Louise Bourgeois and Tracey Emin: Do Not Abandon Me
I have no idea what anything is
I love this world
Don’t get me wrong
Thinking though has got me feeling wrong
I dislike how simple some people seem & I dislike thinking that thought
I really like interacting with life
I’m bored of thinking about what could have been, since I understand that this thought is not necessary
I miss people I allowed myself to push away - my mother, my sisters, my love, my me
I love everything
Right now I feel like i don’t want to be here, when I know that here is the only place I will be until I’m not anymore.
People have expectations of me that I don’t have
I wish to be happy, and simply that.
I usually am, I decide to be
Right now I am flat because I said I am
I chose to work an unfulfilling job for the sake of plans planned on behalf of others’ expectations
I used to love writing, knowing that I’d be able to show someone, and that this someone would be proud of what I’ve done and loved me for expressing myself.
Now I don’t have anyone to express myself to who isn’t already wound up in themselves, their existence, their perspective - which is somehow different from mine due to it being worded differently to how mine is, despite us all just explaining life, which is what we are.
They are so wrapped up in their own selves.
I bet I seem like I am too, with the amount of times I have said ‘I’ about me who I am speaking from.
Don’t get me wrong
I got me right I think
Writing is nice
I don’t have to stop, thoughts stand still as I unravel whatever it is I care to
I wish for things to be different
I know they are changing
I know we are coming to realise
I know I have
What’s stopping me from manifesting my desires, other than them being a desire and therefore something not required.
What is required?
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate beings condemning them to spend their lives in search for their other halves.”
~Plato’s The Symposium.
How many times will I reblog this? “Always.”