This “Balrog” certainly has it’s own agenda — it has only one direction it wants me to take.
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This “Balrog” certainly has it’s own agenda — it has only one direction it wants me to take.
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.
You can hold your breath
When it crashes over you like the ocean
But then remember to breathe again
Draw in as much as you can
Gasp if you need to
Take all the air you need
To be right again
September 14 2024
That beast comes at me with a new fury.
It’s rabid, vapid, and it’s preparing to charge.
It’s enraged at the sight of me and on a wild offensive now.
I know you’re tired of the shifting
Between shimmering and rotting…
to fucking cry once in a while
On the rapid severity with which conditions or situations can shift.
Continuation: Saturday Evolution
Waking with the sunrise / balanced and healthy / morning unfocused / afternoon of forced smiles / clicking clacking / brief evening of laughs / good food, short adventure virtual / day devolves / heart dissolves / nighttime concrete / dragging heavy feet / crickets and music / (music and crickets?) / keep trying but can’t get my damn glasses clean / so sick of myself / want to get away from myself / don’t want to be anyone else / just want to get away / separate from myself / insides twitch / insides weigh heavy / numb / dragging / dragging / dragging / nine hours / tiny relief / soon numb again / hope for a feeling / anything to come with another sunrise
Sky lightening now / still waiting
Friday, September 13 – Saturday September 14, 2024
If my name was Olivia, I’d go by Liv.
Or maybe Oliv.
But my name isn’t Olivia…
Attempting to process some unpleasant feelings towards some particular people in my life.
Warm sun and cool breeze:
happy-tears polish four eyes,
stars elusive found
(I’m so happy that you’re finding your stars, M.)