For the days that it is harder to be: Really feel it  The broad spectrum of all you can feel in that day Don’t wait for anything to move you Allow it all to move you Allow the irritability, the aching, the annoyances to come through Let them go Get down to the nitty gritty…

I’d rather have emotion, to feel the fear of loss, than the power to scare people and make them feel loss. Is it some are givers, some takers? I’d rather believe we can all give and receive, but beliefs don’t change the truth.   Struggling to Understand – g.m.c.

sometimes the girl’s soul is an ocean wreaking havoc in the storm’s eye, sometimes she will not silence her need to defy, sometimes there are predators hunting within her, but she only sits quiet, alone, and cries – g.m.c

have i ever known balance? it seems i am catapulted from two extremes. i can’t even grasp the feelings i once had. no substance compares to the natural high of when you love yourself. the substances only fill the holes of the pieces of you, which you don’t find complete on the days, when looking…

this time i did not try to escape reality i immersed myself in it i ran head on into my fears this time instead of running into a wall disabling me making me forget who i am i found who i am and found relief i learned that walls don’t prevent you you can free fall right…

i feel a coldness in my bones an aching of the soul allow and let go let each experience flow you’ll be guided if you don’t resist sensitivity and blindness can ironically help you persist experience gives shape to the beautiful reality you help to create   awake – g.c.

the coziness of your own bedroom still moments lying in fresh linen sheets the soothing scents of lavender and the pages from an old book only subtle noises and piano sounds a headphone in each ear staring at a roughly patterned ceiling studying the lines an empty mind free of noise admiring the colors painted all…

due to my clumsiness, i fall in love, and find hope in broken people   i am trying so hard to move on from the past, but even in the most open space i find sharp edges, so every time a wound heals it is torn open again   -g.c.

planetary pollution a world filled with illusion awakening means movement sit still little girl there is no room for improvement just this path hold in those tears it is of a man to have rage and wrath noises aren’t real fears be grateful it wasn’t you those fists hit did you want them to? hush…

i’m too familiar with these memories and emotions so i’ve kept trying to change them but i can only create new ones not replace them but the new ones have come as a reminder in time i’ll have to face fears let go of the people and feelings of the past and stand on my…