The girls you talk about That “need to be” more reserved They are the queens And you can talk But you’ll never be as fearless as the girl that struts through a crowd, no bra on, with her middle finger up for the ones who say, “she is further perpetuating the idea she is an…

rid of the “I was” and “I will be”, I am. I am trying to understand myself better now, here, all that I AM. trying to not resist any of it, to not even have to try, to flow so easily with the river, but still be able to make my own waves, no matter…

  jubilant laughs echo through the trees in the forest past the hippocampus where thoughts grow and flourish. fruit is bared to nourish the plane of the physical reality with manifestations that embody pure love, always an exchange worth the attachment you have given up. – g.m.c.

i’ve fallen in love with change and uncertainty a worldly experience pours into my consciousness i allow it to flow through me fill every aspect of my being i am not drained these challenges have warmed the blood in my body and kept my heartbeat steady each inflow and outflow of breath is another second…

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…

  two left feet, elephant arms swinging, movements way off beat, from the tippity top of tired lungs, tortuously loud singing, unstoppable, music rushing like blood through her veins, messy tendrils of golden hair are probable, naive and displeased with life’s foolish games, she dances, dances to release this pain, spinning around, until reality can…

i do not see those around me hungry for the truth their stomachs are empty but i know their hearts are not they do not feel their hunger but there will come a day where they will feel the pain all at once hear it from one loud roar recognize it from one occurrence seeing…

There is a tight fist forming in my chest. I wish to retreat to my shell. Curl up and disappear. Thoughts pound their way through my head. I wish to rip them out, but all I can get within my clutch is my hair. Something impermanent that can be shed. I wish memories were the…

  enslaved in an illusion created from mental adhesion to things you truly don’t believe in   freedom is a mindset – g.c.  

Purpose

i surrender to the day. i wake up to white walls, and decide how i will color my mood. i am fatigued. i know i don’t have to be. i can get up, energize myself, but everyday i consider doing nothing. i could just lay for hours never truly waking, but there is a hunger…