Inward Expansion

"You don't need bigger boobs, you need to read better books."

 

I mean, really.

 

 

 

 

 

 



Folds, Dents, Wrinkles, Scratches and More

Somewhere along the way I lost myself, not in the way most people do, but in the way in which I did.

 

It seems like I've been asleep for the last four years. I can't go on like this. Something needs to give and when things are giving, but in a gradual manner, you forget to notice what is being given until it's fairly near the end of its growth and you're in too deep.

I wish someone would save me so I can save someone else. It's so loud, the dreadful noise coming from my insides, the one that echoes "oh, darling, in the end you have to save yourself because everyone else is busy saving themselves." I promise once I do, I'll change the tone in someone else's insides.

It almost seems like there is a force that is constantly placing people/things in my life to drain me. Drop by drop, day after day, I'm vanishing with this masked misery. I look in the mirror and I'm blinded by an image of a little girl who had all the potential in the world until she discovered the truth about it and realized she wanted nothing to do with it. I can't operate like this anymore. I need to wake up from this coma or it'll really be too late.

I miss my thoughts. I miss my abilities. I miss my emotions. I miss my opportunities. I miss my creativity. I miss my sense of security. I miss my hunger. I miss my intelligence. I miss my beauty.

I miss myself.

 

As if I required confirmation ...

Nothing has felt any better, nothing quite as bad.

Move so fast, you can't keep up.

 

 

 

Operation: LEAP

One Day

 



True Obession, True Story

City of God

"If you run it will get you. If you stay it will eat you."

 

"True Story"

 

I have a vivid love affair with novels, plays and/or movies based on a true story. Last night, I watched this Cannes Gem from 2002. Not only was this an incredibly good movie, but half the fun starts when the credits roll and you're able to embark on your journey of investigating the real story/individuals from the movie.

 

Welcome to the nerd life!

 

 

 



Guilty and Never Proven Innocent

Let's celebrate

 

el-oh-vee-e

 

because it's not

 

February 14th

 

We're all guilty of 'it,' no matter who you are, what you do, how you look ... you are perpetually guilty of 'it.'  Guilty of wanting it, looking for it, talking about it, dressing up for it, getting hurt over it, but most importantly feeling indescribable because of it.

 

And when it gets hard and grueling, just remind yourself that you aren't alone, we're all guilty of love. You'll feel better, I promise.