cruel paradox.

part of a dream someone had:

“…my car is spinning out of control and I’m looking for how to stop with the least amount of damage.  I’m looking for what can best absorb the pain of the mess that is life.
Aren’t we all?”

sPiNnInG, racing, tiptoeing through the….thornbush.

                poetic nonsense.  mess.  

beauty from ashes.

who defines sanity and normalcy?  ourselves?  how inaccurate and subjective that must be.

do we all just fear being alone?
how is it that we can fear abandonment, yet also fear closeness?

break these chains…

                          empty. yet busting at the seems.  what a cruel paradox

“I just wanna be ok, be ok, be ok…”

mindlessness & ignorance. –my coping tonight.