•June 19, 2016 • 3 Comments
I cant remember the last time I felt this close to breaking. The last ditch effort defense mechanism where conscious self gets shoved hard into the dark and another takes over.
I can’t remember the last time I was so thoroughly out of energy to cope that it became time to shut down entirely.
Why am I so weak?
•March 11, 2016 • 1 Comment
The sound of the dryer makes me panic
My heartbeat makes me nervous
The only thing that can bring me down
Is the sound you make
When I’ve said something right
It’s not quite silence
It’s coffee black
And the breath that follows is
Outside there are sirens
Inside, the loudest keyboard
And I’m tucked so far into
The corner of the couch
Exactly what you smell like
Exactly what it felt like
When I crushed into your chest
And I’m scrawling on the receipt
From the morning after
Because I think someday
I’d like to tell you
I’d like to tell you that
You are Actual Love
You are Actually Love
•January 25, 2016 • Leave a Comment
This is a repeat of a lot of the same imagery and even lines but, very early this morning she was back. She was back and I can’t say no, especially when she was gone for so long. Manticore is awake.
But every dream is a staircase
And I’m counting the descent
And at the bottom
something wants to eat me
And I am the thing at the bottom
Farther down is a man
And that man
Like Autumn glory
Somewhere far away
The clocks are winding
The indigo is waking
The black waters stir
•September 24, 2014 • 1 Comment
The grinding teeth sharpening to points is just my body’s preparation
Preparing I’m sure
I’m to become something
Blackened gnarled arms claw at the sky
SOMEONE SAVE US
•June 9, 2014 • 1 Comment
I’ve been having this conversation with myself a lot lately:
“No, you just dropped a glass.”
“Nope, the sheet is just too short.”
“Can it be a bad day now?”
“No, one hairy shower at work does not ruin your day.”
It’s hard but policing myself this way and forcing myself to be positive (or at least rational) does make life easier.
Things are weird. The person I was talking to frequently needs space and time to sort out his life. He has huge changes coming up and I’m not sure that there’s room for me in his plans.
Keep moving forward.
No promotion. I don’t think I’m going to see one this season unless I apply for porter. (No thank you.)
Keep moving forward.
I should call home. And also my bank. And W. And basically anyone familiar because I feel like I’m drifting out of myself. Maybe I’m just becoming me.
•April 27, 2014 • Leave a Comment
I’m having all of these big dreams lately. I know I should be taking my meds but dreams are exciting and my hair isn’t falling out as aggressively as it was. Hopefully the structure of working will help manage the bi polar. If I can just keep moving, I won’t be able to curl into a ball and sob. Anyway I’m out of the worst of the withdrawal, now just comes the management.
Write a book; start a webcomic; couch surf; fall in love; adventure. These are the things that preoccupy me. I am gripped with terrible wanderlust. I’m too still and I have no direction. It’s crushing. I need to move and experience. I have the time, I have the freedom, I would just need to make the money as I go along. We’ll see. I’m sure it can work.
I’m a week away from leaving and it can’t happen soon enough. My house is extremely tense. No one can speak to my mother. We’ve all scattered to our corners. This isn’t healthy.
My Okc account is open and I’ve been chatting regularly with someone. I’m learning a lot about myself. A big solid realization hit me that I have never been a single adult. I don’t actually know what I want in a partner because I’ve not experienced an adult relationship. How weird is that? I was nearly married. I was partnered for 12 years but I don’t know anything about adult relationships. Outside of Okc, The Crush burns on. I’ve caught myself asking if I love him. I don’t know. I don’t think I know what love feels like. A terrified part of me hopes so intensely that it’s because the meds dulled me too much. It hopes beyond hope that I’m not incapable of feeling certain things. Greater than that even it hopes that there is something to feel to begin with.