Analysis paralysis May 13th 2020 I keep myself from writing way more often than I should allow myself to. I promised my younger self to write a manuscript someday when I am all grown up, according to adults’ standards, and have endured a love life that would be worth writing about. But each time I … Continue reading Analysis paralysis
I know I can be too much I love too much, I think too much, I want too much It’s just that I don’t know how to feel less Because feeling too much is all I’ve ever known It’s in my blood, my nerves, my bones, my brains, my soul It’s my oxygen, my fuel, … Continue reading Too. Much.
I’d rather drown in the tears you brought to my eyes I’d rather sink in your deep blue eyes I swear that I’d rather stay in the past, if that’s okay If the future was not reserved for us, for our love I know I should be moving on But I still sing about you … Continue reading Rather With You
I’ve been reducing my medication for several weeks I notice I’m doing worse, from the way that I sleep I wake up in the middle of the night, two or three times I dream about people, about places, feelings and emotions It’s the motion of the flow of my unconscious mind Unprocessed progress and scars … Continue reading Dreams In The Darkness
Isn’t it remarkable how we all try to control time? We sell time, we buy it, we capture and deny it. We consume products that promise us we can have control over things that are so far out of our reach. Art happens to create this illusion of the ability to control time too. Art … Continue reading Art & (The Illusion Of) Time
Perhaps the reason I am mentally and physically exhausted is because I’m afraid of wasting and losing time. There are so so so many things I want to do, too many ideas in my mind I want to work on, a lot of emotions I want to express and so many different goals I want … Continue reading Losing Time
Lately I’ve been wondering, I’ve been figuring out. How to live, how to breathe, how to tame this fire inside of me. I’ve been everywhere, yet nowhere, I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad. I’ve been searching for answers and I found some of them in my own head. They say practice makes perfect, but … Continue reading A Note To Myself