Once upon a time, when I was young and dramatic and overenthusiastic, I knew someone. He was as close to me as I thought anyone could be, even though we only saw each other in school, and only texted when he was bored. I replied to every Snapchat as if my life depended on it, and when I passed him in the hallway, I remember thinking life stopped for a moment, and all I could think of was his eyes, and how he was looking at me too.
What does the word mean to you? To me it was always doing things that are worthwhile, that make you feel purposeful, and bring you joy, while also pulling you ahead. However, the more I thought about productivity, the less happy I was. The fact is I was looking at productivity in an unhealthy way. That in order to be productive I needed to spend hours at a time at my computer, every day, writing about social issues and blog posts for experience and something to add to my portfolio, and if I wasn’t doing this on a daily basis, I was not being productive and therefore the day was wasted.
You're so far away. It's like you want to be with me, but it's the last thing on your mind. I wonder where you are sometimes, when you look off into the distance, and your focus isn't on me anymore. Where have you gone? Do you mean to leave me? Where do you go? I wish I could follow you, look into your mind, and stay there. Take me with you on all your thoughtless adventures, don't leave me behind. I want to accompany you. I want to be there. Don't you want me?
Alrighty, so I am a very big fan of the Netflix show “BoJack Horseman” (if you haven’t watched it, you should totally watch it. It’s amazing). However, I’ve noticed a few of my friends DO NOT like it (which is so weird, because it is SO great), because they think it’s more depressing than comedic. I never really looked at it that way, so I continued to talk with them about it, and it turns out, BoJack Horseman has a lot of dark humour.
Australia is home to just over 25 million people, and around 200,000 different animal species, 386 of which are mammals native to Australia. Not only do the bushfires threaten civilization and the well-being of Australian residents, but the natural aspect of the country as well. With fires spreading all over the area, affecting every state, centring in New South Wales (which is the main habitat for koalas) and Victoria, scientists and biologists are concerned about the negative impacts of bushfires on the environment. Ecosystems could be at stake, and the state of the country could be in extreme danger, considering the maintenance of biodiversity and the preservation of habitats. Thousands of people are awaiting evacuation, and the firefight efforts need more support. No matter how far away you are, or how impossible you might think it is, there is always a way to help. But first, we need to look at why it is such a pressing matter.
A foggy mind. Dizziness covering every thought. Can barely focus. Time ticks faster, people talk slower, walking seems like more of an effort. I wonder how I got there. Miles away from home, but anxiety isn't stopping me. Feeling so alive. Nothing could change this feeling. People I shouldn't be with don't seem so scary. Red dangerous eyes just look like the passionate heart of lovers. Living and breathing like death is impossible. Take a step and reach for stars, let their lights cradle your fingers like mother's distant arms. So far away, could they support me? Mouths full of fangs but being pierced warms me. Blood dripping but I've never felt so safe. Arms around my shoulders, it only feels like love. I'm desired. It feels like love to me. The fog covers the disconnection. But I am disconnected. Disconnecting myself, alone in a galaxy spiral of unrequited feelings and indefinite sorrow, shadowed by the glow of the light side of the moon. How can I focus on an eternity of black nothingness in space, when the brightness of the sun is so blinding? I desire it. I beg for it. Give me the fire, the warmth, the light. Soak it in all the darkest parts of me until you drown out the silence. break me apart into pieces until you find every blackened, smoked out crack and crevice and shine in it. Build your flame in it so high that I can't hear the screams of everyone else burning. I will barely notice that I am too.