Persephone wears flowers and tough jackboots like a soldier with muscles, or an open waistcoat with a mini skirt like a ******, always conquering the instincts around her
In Coco's dress, she parades on Jersey the transparent plastic rustles every time I kiss it passers-by take photos she is in the newspapers
Spring has begun old desires wake up people get aroused and inspired to let themselves go she is an example
everyone sees her, but doesn't know who she is flowers cover her bare body she charms soldiers and virgins with instincts, singing her praises and creating life
“Polythene Pam” (1969, John Lennon)
Celtic symbolism: Coll (the Hazel), whose nuts contain magic power and wisdom; the Hazel should be guided by Manannan Mac Lir (the sea god, a master of disguise) and the Salmon (the oldest and wisest animal, the symbol of inspiration and creativity)
is this what it feels like to be a fossil in the making? to have pebbles, sand and grit swept slowly on top of me. not to mention the crushing and deafening of miles of water pressing it all down to bury me.
but sometimes sometimes there's relief and light when someone digs through the weight to reveal the shadow of the creature that once lay there. but then that husk is reduced to cinders in a mountain of others. and i guess you could say that 'power station' is adulthood. or life.
I live deep inside my own head. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever make it out. Alive. I don’t know what living is anymore. I’m never fully present. There’s always a piece of me off somewhere else. My mind wonders off... I don’t even have control of it anymore. I do it subconsciously. I’ve been in my own head for so long now. I don’t know where it all began. Maybe puberty. When I was in 5th grade I became a “woman.” I was also hurt deeply by many people that year. Friends introduced me to things a little girl should never be exposed to. Then middle school was tragic. I was hurt more times than I can count. Maybe that’s when the day dreaming began. The real world hurt me so badly that I had to create my own world. My own reality. After awhile I stopped knowing the difference. Reality vs Fantasy What is there to pursue in this reality? Motivation left me years ago. I beg her to come back but she never does. Why should I pursue dreams in the real world, when I can achieve so much more in my world. I guess that’s why Motivation left me. She served no purpose in my life anymore. I now live for the small things in the real world. Seeing a new movie. Eating at my favorite restaurant. Hanging out with my best friend. ... I’ll save the big stuff for my world.