There is a voice I hear in my head.
The familiarity of it's demands leaves an ache in my forehead.
It forces me to stand up and try again, and again, and again.
It tells me to reach higher above the clouds and into the galaxies of possibilities or else I will be low into the ground of soiled promises.
It cannot be silenced for it is engrained in every neuron that fires in my brain.
I wonder what would happen if I didn't listen but instead worked at my own leisure in my meadows of thought.
What would become of me?
Would I melt into an unabled thing that trudges along or would I lose the will to create a life that isn't what people see in the future?
Would I become a piece of lint floating through the air and time?
The voice has silenced me with the fear of being without it. It has silenced me with fear of barely skimming the surface of what could be.
The voice doesn't tell me to drown, it tells me to swim even when I want to lie still.
It is the will to keep going.
In the world of colors, I was a deep purple. A dark cloud in the midst of a golden palace - royal tinged with a sadness that blocked rays of light with a deep gray. My dark thoughts twisted around oak trees and into the roots of this one world. It is not be assumed that all was depressing but comfortable. There were rarely rainstorms for the self rarely allowed drops to fall from one's face. Just deep, heavy clouds.
What is this new world that I am in? A big, glass room that reflects the burning sun as it beings to rise. The self has dug its heels into the start of a sunrise. Highlighted with fury, my thoughts bounce off the glass and into my body, jolting with energy. I have yet to see the sun fully rise as I am stuck with the burning sky. One day, the heat ooze out onto the earth and crumble the glass, forcing the self to contend with what comes next. But right now, every inch of my skin is soaking up the blazing sun that it had missed so much. Maybe a full rise isn't welcome right now, but it will be one day.
Poets love words.
We love the meaning that goes behind every verb, noun, and adjective. We rely on words. We rely on them to convey our emotions and thoughts into pieces of poetry that whistle in the wind and into the horizon. We utilize hyperboles and transform the world into a canvas of color. We don't just tell our partners we love them, we tell them that they are luminous. We feel. We feel deeply. Every letter, every word, every sentence seeps into our crevices as we release them to the earth. We unravel the power within speeches. We.. we.... we just love words.
Look at the presentation and focus. Biochem stuff, cool.
Maybe he is gay.
He had an awakened moment last summer. He said it.
Everyone is looking at you. Blink!
Is that why he’s so private?
I hope he’s ok.
Everyone keeps staring.
Why do I care if people are staring?
People are noticing. Say something.
Who cares, you’re high. Just laugh or something. Keep thinking like
this. Bring in all the bad thoughts.
Maddy is talking to you, nod your head.
My heart is speeding up. Ask for help.
People will feel uncomfortable.
You need water.
Don’t be an inconvenience.
Stand up and go to your room.
Don’t make a scene.
Why can’t I just do what I want?
Nobody knows who I am because I mask myself.
Look at the screen.
Who am I?
Am I me or what others see? I don’t know what’s right.
Keep your mouth shut and pay attention.
Tell April that you aren’t ok.
Stop making this about yourself.
My ex-boyfriend might be gay. I want to reach out. My heart is
Show a reaction.
My heart is beating really fast.
Why can’t I just do what I want without worrying about the others.
What is the real me? Who is the real me talking right now? I don’t
know what’s happening. Who am I? WHO AM I?
Don’t forget to blink.
If you want to see something beautiful, drive through Sonoma County.
Find your favorite song.
Turn it up.
Drive up into the riches of the rolling hills. Take note of the light that casts its shadow onto the mountain as the world begins to darken.
Observe as each ray transitions from hints of lemon to a red dawn, staining your cheeks with the color of peaches.
Study every vine you see, rooted into the soil, having withstood the many blood moons of that fateful October.
Search deeply into the horizon where our sky hugs the mustard seed fields. The sun has found its way home within the crevices of the countryside, as have the birds, nestled in the necks of the blue oak trees.
Maybe a piece of you will find home too, planted into the ground that will one day give shade to another, twisting into branches that tangle together and apart, again and again.
A tribute to an area that has given me fond memories.
Driving home .
The sun sets into heaps of cotton candy over the hills and sprinkles the sky with frosted sugar, illuminating your face and hands on the wheel.
Two teenagers sitting in the car, stealing glances and hiding their innocent smiles under tightly pursed lips with the hanging question of who will kiss who first, only to result in the soft intertwining of fingers.
One looks down and focuses on their frayed jeans, smiling ear to ear. The other looks over, feeling warmth spread from their chest to their cheeks.
Neon lights dim for the girl with strawberry lip gloss and shaky hands. She gazes at the crowd over the sea of couples and fixates her eyes on a single rose. A petal softly floats down onto a table. The piano begins, her voice following.
If life were pink.
Do you ever sit and listen to yourself breathe?
We take an average of 16 breaths per minute. That's 23,040 breaths a day, or 46,080 inhales and exhales if you must.
But I don't think about this.
I don't think about my internal ***** systems that connect with the outer forces to push out air from my lungs 23,040 times a day.
But maybe I should, or we should.
Maybe we should take a minute everyday and hear ourselves breathe, reminding ourselves our bodies and earth have somehow created a perfectly balanced atmosphere for our inhales and exhales.
I don't know if that's miraculous or if the universe is just that good, but it's something worth pausing for, and breathing for.
Thanks Will Smith for the inspo