(sounds, half- thoughts, random words, mismatched songs, chatter) IT’S ALL BEAUTIFUL… I
suddenly start to feel the tears about to fall from the abyss of my eyes – I am also faking laughter that was genuine a while back. There is beauty in all internal states… I feel so much- I disconnect just enough to survive the overload- but it’s not sufficient. In this state of disconnectedness, I see the patterns emerge… the cycle comes complete (end to beginning.)
I must go before I spill my worthlesshypersexualfundepressedawesomeness all over.
I am fortunate & grateful to experience this. Also, very broken. And fragmented.