My Name's Anna.
I write to make sense of the noise and I sing to make sense of the urge to scream. I'm uniquely made.
I fall, I get back up, I stumble, but I always keep going. That's the course of life as I know it, at least for the moment. Nothing mind blowing, nothing out of the ordinary. Just chaos in the midst of little joys. Even so, as much as I try to attain the norm of understanding that life is like repeatedly broken glass and it will remain that way for as long I as I am living.
What a Life...
Chaos... Constant chaos to my left, and to my right. So much confusion. The fear is paralyzing. The lack of identity is so misguiding.
There will be days like this
Loneliness comes with a void and a family of words that seem to backup the feeling of loneliness. You'll find that words like melancholy, passiveness, desolation, will all mean the same thing but open a pandoras box to an intricate number of possibilities, that are more, than just loneliness. You'll find that emotions like anger, hatred, and malice will become like a distant cry for help. Until that once void, with nothing but loneliness becomes a breeding ground of pain. It becomes a situation set on repeat in a time capsule stored away with no clue as to why. As each emotion finds it's word, from there, a story begins to form and out of the ashes a beautiful headdress appears, oil of gladness instead of mourning, a garment of praise instead of a faint spirit. There's no going back to the beginning, cause from here, the possibility of walking in the midst of the fire becomes a reality and at last the walk of faith begins.
'If you're not reviling how you feel, You're not being expressive.' An hour of therapy. Would come and go. Ticking clocks,
I can feel your heartbeat, beating inside of me and it's the most amazing thing ever. It's the most overwhelming feeling and experience, and I never want it to end. You are amazing, Feeling your heartbeat is a reminder that every breathe I take draws me closer to you. You are my obsession, my first love. Your love leaves me all warm and tingly, smiling bright, completely positive even when the storm wages war inside of me.
Society and Family
Society cast out the family. The family cast out a portion of their own. To feel higher for the the need to acquire power
A Letter to Remind Myself
The Longer I live the more I realize, that my life isn't as I deemed it to be. My teenage years have been filled, with a sense of false self-control,