The reason I haven’t been on tumblr much is I’m tired of seeing the same shit,
The same generic pictures of chicks with tattoos in their underwear
The same posts about self mutilation and depression
The same images of characters from fandoms I don’t care for.
I’ll probably be unfollowing some of people. I’ll be looking in depth for blogs a little more personally stimulating for me.
I also haven’t been posting writings on here, mostly because they’ve become more raw and personal to me. I feel it’s only right to keep them in my journal and not put them online; especially for a bunch of people that don’t know me or really care to, and who read poetry by expressive emotional kids on a daily basis. Not trying to sound that I need validation, when the time comes for something I want to show the world again I’ll let you know. Things have been changing pretty rapidly like they always have. At this stage things are starting to feel a little less sticky, but it’s always tricky.
Writing, the only way I make sense of myself. The clear waters of my unbridled verbal communication. The velvet landing for my loneliness.
I wish nothing but bliss, love and light that never again you’ll have to miss.
I wish for white, faded from the grey confusion that encourages anxiousness to fade to plaguing black sickness.
I wish for one soul, to recognize your intricacies, and your divinities; that it loves you above worldly emotions and practicality. In that I hope it shares with you, and that you are intertwined in devotion and depth.
I wish for release; from the tight cage around your acceptance of surrender. The one that presses your lungs and makes your heart violently contract.
I wish for peace; your thoughts paradoxical and suspended but your certainty in heart is safe on the ground.
I wish for growth; that there will be a time when you’re able to believe you will be mutually felt the way you feel, mutually seen the way you see, mutually heard the way you hear, and that it’s no fault of yours when you are not.
I wish for healing; for the light to birth focus, for the focus to burn mistrust.
I wish for empathy; for understanding to bury agony.
I wish for presence; for the haze to dissipate when you finally awake.
I wish for honesty; for communication to not be restricted to only the tongue.
I wish for consciousness; for radiance to reassure you.