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[Written: 2025-01-22] The medication makes me feel as if floating through time and space, somehow detached from both. I feel only capable of letting people down. Tired, and tired of being tired, haunted by memories, mementoes, loss, grief, love and warmth. I struggle to motivate, to stand, to focus, to justify (myself and my position),…
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[Written: 2025-01-24] As I sink into the icy depths and darkness of my mad mind, I lash out with words, to keep me a float. Or maybe I latch onto them. I don’t know if the free me, or chain me; chain me to a ghost or mirage of myself. But I do know two…
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[Written: 2025-01-21] Sometimes my life feels like violin bow strings that have been selected and strung by the hand of another. Don’t get me wrong, I love the resonance and sound that it makes when pulled against the world of the violin, and the harmony these make in the ears and orchestra halls of my…
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[Written: 2025-01-15] It’s mental, how mental, normal people feel, when mental people, act mental. -Explanation: In this short sentence, I am trying to convey several things. Starting with how much we read into possibly small things, such as words or ideas. At first glance it may seem like the writer (myself) is attempting to nullify…
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[Written: 2025-01-15] As we learn to sing our songs, Our melodies of our lives. We wake up even lighter, The sun has rose so bright. There’s happy dogs with wagging tails, Beautiful flowers, bees and open seas. Our mother earth is blooming bright, As we eat our cakes and drink coffee. Our world is such…