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Journey of Days Aug 2017
hate you
no
concern yourself with other things
not me

@journeyofdays
reflecting on the "ownership" and "power"  people and situations have over us for long periods of time and the need to let them go, let the hate go, sign over the ownership papers ...

"destructive entrapment'   (oh I like that description, might use that as a theme later)
silli Jun 2015
I didnt know what to do
I felt like a part of me was so lost in the past
that letting go of myself as a whole made sense
slowly
bit by bit
I began to strip apart who I was
and what I was doing
until it all fell far behind me
and so far down the line
I missed too much of what I had let go
but the bits of myself that I had striped
lead so far into the past
I was scared to go back and pick up the parts
but I had to
and I had to reface so many things
that I didnt want to face once around
but as I went back
I only had to pick up the parts of myself that i wanted
but now I have to race back into present time
and parts of me are dropping
I cant keep up
but that wont stop me from trying
this was not what i had in mind
silli Mar 2015
My stomach turned upside down
and inside and out
It felt like toxins
but in a good way
see I burnt away a layer of my skin
it was itching me
it was dry
it made me fell disgusting
I looked at myself and all I could see was this skin
looked like it was dipped in toxic
But a cure came around
it came in bunches
or a single pack
its sizes ranged from big to small
the cure surrounded me
it held me tight
it kept telling me to let the skin go
but I didn't know who I was with out it
But the cure showed me who I was with it
and as I let the toxic skin fall
I felt toxins in the air
it was clean
it was fresh
and I was unaware
this was what it was like
to be *free
My stomach felt as if it dropped when I let that toxic person go. Not dropped like of a bridge and ending with pain, but more liked jumped, and I can fly.
Omeshan Naidoo Jan 2015
for the greedy, wealth is another high score.
the number doesn't matter,
they just want more.

— The End —