a small breath.
A moment of escaping sound. Time of clarity. State of confusion.
Soul crushing pain that cares not of the hands on the clock. I ask of this pain, when? When will he be done. He answers not.
Stone. One by one I lay it down. The pain becomes fleeting. The stone becomes a drug. Survival. Stone is survival. A rampant addiction. The more there is, the less it hurts.
Soon to be emotionless. Soon to be free. I dream of a moment that is grey and bears nothing. In this moment I will be free.
{one day, you’ll crash into this wall that you have created}
{love loudly.}
Uh, I wasn’t quite expecting that post Brandy, but it was excellent. The pic is awesome by the way. I hope you’re having a great Friday and have an awesome weekend planned.
OK. I’m still reading this post and trying to figure out what it’s about, where it’s going and from where it came. All that matters is that you know, of course, but it’s really good. Not so happy to me, but like I said, it’s all about you. Anyway, I’d love to hear more, when you have the time and inclination.
I cannot really attribute this to a specific driving force but more so a conglomerate of things. Just taking all of the hurt and disbelief from the last two or three years and smashing it all into a tiny little nothingless piece. Making it then {to me} obsolete yet still powerful enough to remember and learn from it all.
This is a key piece for me in understanding and recognizing the healing of my heart along with the need to keep it open all the while.
That makes sense. I’ve no idea what the hurt is you talk about, but at least you were good enough, strong enough or just stubborn enough to overcome it. Which one doesn’t matter. I love how you chose the word disbelief. We expect hurt in one way or another, but sometimes it’s on such a level that we can’t fathom how it happened or how we let it happen, hence disbelief. As always, have a great day and take care. Maybe worlds will collide and we’ll meet at Christmas or Thanksgiving one of these years.