Tag: truth

tangled

I wrote almost 2 months ago in a post called sad vaguely about entering “a season of existential/religious/spiritual searching,” and that when I was ready to I would continue those thoughts. I’m kind of ready, but only ready enough to expand just a tiny bit further–but not much, so don’t get your hopes up for…

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sad

I’m not sure I’m feeling a little sadness or am experiencing the first signs of a depressive wonky period of life (mostly my wonky brain is anxious or disorganized). I’ve had two major depression episodes in my life, one in high school and one in college, each starting about 4 years apart. I’m a year…

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two and one

there is a young, young man standing at the end of the pier turmoil in his eyes worry in his hands dread heavy in his feet repeating like a broken record the sea breeze shouted at me said there isn’t anything true to believe and the sun shined and it sighed theres nothing more than…

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avalanche in my soul

Last night before I fell asleep, I dreamed of brightly painted toenails Barefoot in green, summer grass; A spark in my eye and dirt on my hands. I felt fresh air in my lungs, My own words on my tongue. I dreamed of running til my scrawny legs collapsed Cause every field was complete without…

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obsessed with pursuing truth.

Accidentally up in the wee hours of the morning and my brain decided to get philosophical and introspective instead of going back to sleep. And I think I just got some insight as to why I’m so obsessed with the truth. My mood, whether I’m ecstatic and alive or anxiety-ridden and depressed, whether I think I…

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belief

She looked at me and told me, “It’s going to be okay.” She said it with such conviction, The kind that’s hard to look away from. I almost kind of sort of believed her. I wanted to believer her. Because when I looked in her eyes, I could tell I was in the presence of…

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safe

With all this clutter in my brain, can’t follow an idea straight. Found myself the involuntary conductor on this train of thought I terrified will never stop. I just wanna run through fields of freedom and take in breaths of carelessness like I did when we first met. I’m both the aimless archer and the…

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