06.12.2019. ink&rage except
It was barely 9pm but I felt drunk as fuck
and wide awake.
Wide awake as myself.
So unsure of what he already knows,
so unsure of himself.
If only he would let his self-judgment go…
We’re free when we let ourselves be our whole selves and learn to accept even the parts we judge as wrong.
We love when we forgive and accept
ourselves and others who remind us of who we’ve been.
We find home in ourselves
and let go of what was,
accepting what is and all we are.
We are in harmony.
Put in the face of someone who is meant to teach us a lesson we need to learn to enter our next chapter.
He is so unsure of himself. Questioning what he already knows. Unsure of what he has yet to admit.
I’m the mirror.
The mirror you face to claim and choose some part of yourself you’ve denied.
Admit to live.
Admit to love.
All you need to know is that you’re not doing anything wrong.
We want people to love us because people are so beautiful when they love us.
We are flawed and striving
for our own kind of perfection.
When someone smiles upon us with that approval of all we are, we love them== because of what they see in us.
Them seeing it,
makes it true somehow.
Life seems to be learning to love --
I’d never loved true until I met you… that’s the fairytale, isn’t it?
The feeling we’re craving? What we’re really after in this life is love.
I walked into the dead night,
lighting a cigarette,
stumbling my drunk-ass home.
Taking shallow drags, not really in my mood to smoke, as I was to contemplate. Contemplate life.
I was going on another day with no sleep.
No matter, who can sleep in these conditions?
When their mind is being spun like a plate.