#mentalclarity
I just need a break from everything around —
a break to calm my heart,
to think in serenity,
to make my decisions wise,
and to be in peace.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 11:19 PM UTC
I don’t have a license to drive anyone crazy — but I do have a mind
that keeps itself driven. __Always on__. Dreams at any given. And
I’ve felt the kind of love sickness that lingers too long — where
obsession is the disease of craving for something that was never really
yours to begin with. Envy stays green, growing tall like something
proud. But even weeds grow healthy, and we still call them plants,
_right_?
I’ve been tied to other people’s hopes — roped in by their strong
faith. "_And I still try to believe._" But saying that out loud feels like lying
to my own mouth. So I daydream in the interest of peace, trying not
to wake the ghouls I’ve tucked under my thoughts. I’ve had people
toss my advice like a smooth stone in their hand; pretending it’s
weightless, like their hands aren’t made of sand — like shallowness
could ever carry any real depth. _But it just echoes the sea_.
I always notice the ones who aren’t really seen. __The unread__...
The Blue and Grey ticks. While others get their messages read and
ignored, I’m just the message never opened. Still _typing_, still _thinking_
of the right words. I’ve come to represent the depressed, the lost, the young — the ones really trying to figure this **** out.
__Pause__ yourself if you need to cuss, but I swear it’s not a curse to feel
like **** sometimes. It just means in that moment, you’re not feeling so clean. Not broken — _just not fitting the costume_.
Sometimes you just need one reason — __just one__ — to feel like
yourself again. Not a version of you tailored to fit in. And that’s why
it suits me better not to force anything. So yeah, I wear shorts to
church — because life is too short, and I don’t see the point in
dressing up pain to make it feel prettier. Especially when it’s always
some casual man speaking formal hopes, trying to iron your sadness
into something presentable. As if comfort should only come with a
collar.
But I’m not here for that. I’m just here trying to feel real —
and maybe make peace with the parts of me that still feel unseen.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 6:47 PM UTC
_Crowded foresight_ —
thoughts stacked sky-high,
cluttered windows of a dreaming mind.
Out of mind,
out of sight…
yet somehow, I keep seeing
the better days of my life
skimming the edge
of a hopeful smile.
That smile —
soft, unspoken —
given with time,
drawn from deep thoughts
folded in silence.
. . .
Any life worth seeing —
any __better__ version of me —
is shaped by what I’m willing
to put light on.
So I
paint my
foresight with
fireflies and sunbeams,
hoping the dark
makes room
for the
light I
keep.
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC