I’m going to Bali tomorrow! Or today, I guess. Weeeeeeee!
I love the Shawshank Redemption. I love that it reminds me that hope and integrity lies inside a person, not how they plaster their walls. But environment DOES affect a person. If I lived in shit infested sewer-dom, though free from the shit we inflict on each othe, I’d probs still be pretty fucking depressed. So when I come home and all there is to look at is bitterness in a bitter shell...
I’ve been in and out of boohooland lately. Things go grey, life feels flat and then I feel something in my chest that’s like tangles and conflict. I don’t know who to talk to about it or what even to say. I don’t know what’s bringing this about, why I feel this way. I don’t know if it’s a culmination of things or if it’s really nothing and just my...
An unravelling of things unsaid.
For every smile there’s a few hundred tears, lover’s raindrops to lover’s rainbow. For every word, a thousand implications, the sure and quiet digression into thoughts past. For every feeling, a chokehold. An unravelling of things unsaid.