One Thing Learned
Storm clouds forming
rising in my heart
i know to take cover
keep my thoughts safe
some where welcoming
is the one thing learned.
Today i run away from all things bright and beautiful. Cringe at all the happy thoughts that normally would bring a smile.
It pains me to acknowledge anything colorful. The sight of orange and pink makes me shudder. Shake. I puke inside my mind.
😱💙 Glad you stayed with me long enough to witness my care for you. Hope you enjoy bountiful blessings today. Even if i don’t.🤢
And with that i will turn my brain off a bit. Hibernate til this blues period passes away. If not, be prepared for all kinds of depressing posts. Can’t say i didn’t warn you…
Stay wild! J💙
Art Poetry blessings depression dreamscapes friendship journey listening well mental well-being my promise garden patience suffering suicide creeping this too shall pass this writing life
Ok, so I’ve found someone who’s having a worse day than me! I’m having a real session to be positive today … arghhhhh! It’s so damn hard and it makes me hate myself! Hope your day gets better … together we’ll find a way ☀️☀️☀️☀️
As soon as the ugly is made visible, room is available for positive thoughts. i feared speaking but once released, the ugly loses strength and retreats. I think I am losing, acknowledging the vomit, but i am actually winning… is it possible for you? I will stop by your blog soon… 💙
I like the way you see it …. it’s good ☀️
Have a wonderful week
I hope you do too!
Thanks
❤️❤️
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the picture too colourful even for happy me :)) lol
Shoot… you were one of those i was thinking of, in hopes i could pass along positive vibes too… maybe 😎 will help. ?
id say its a bit scary-positivity… lol
plus the difference with a text..
But better if you’ll keep yourself hanging there, on the positive wave 🙂
It is positively vibing… and im a gonna shake it off. The dust on my shoes gonna fly and kaleidoscope the sun’s mind… 🎭 💙🕊🎶🎶
We’ll see tomorrow:)) 😀😉📝☕️
All i know is to trust my sixth sense… and i gotta win and the only way that’s happening is if i get up on my feet and start grooving… 😎💙🕊
And also, just like your momma says you shouldn’t write, mine told me I shouldn’t dance. Huh? I have no ill intentions in my body… only do what makes me happy and that is to dance. Love to write and paint, take photographs… but dancing is my fortitude and courage i need to survive these wicked thoughts and deadly hands.
we have to do what we love… its strange sometimes that our parents do not understand that.. 🙂
p.s i cant dance haha