Sunlight’s warmth to greet me
Leaves, grass, trees, and sky
Mountains protecting
Soothing inner eyes
Sunlight’s warmth to greet me
Leaves, grass, trees, and sky
Mountains protecting
Soothing inner eyes
“‘Oh, sweet relief!’ as we returned to the first floor of normal sounds and colors!”
OMG – even the gown and curtains are pixelated, and everything is just blocks and lines like in Minecraft!
Aaaaauuugghh, my reality is melting!”
“Difficulty because hospital corridors contain multiple frequency reverberating hums, and everything in view is 3-D grids.”
“I don’t know why, but it is harder for me to get to my own doctor appts.
Had to get to MRI’s this morning.
First of all, I am no longer ok in the morning.
You could say it’s because I don’t get to sleep until around 2am or so, but my internal biorhythms are altered.
And I won’t detail the diffuculty, but once I got into the hospital where everything was shutdown to minimum operations on the weekend, I had to request wheelchair assistance to help me get checked in and settled into the correct waiting room properly.
The anxiety crush meltdown of gratefully accepting a wheelchair to be shuttled more quickly and safely than my legs and increasing disorientation could take me was alarming.
But there was a kind, older lady that I helped get confirmed in her own location, and she extended to me saying, ” Always ask for a wheelchair in the airport,” confidingly – as I just about broke into tears for needing the darn thing.”
She met her new intended love briefly in the dreamworld, and it felt good but odd to let her heart begin shifting so strongly to this man she could barely see and little yet knew.
He receeded back into the fog to give her space to process, and she found herself working with a Hispanic family, trying to help figure out their complicated washing machines to get their many loads going.
But then, their matriarch unexpectedly wrapped her in a playful-yet-strong bear hug from behind and began tickling her mercilessly as one of her own, giving official release from assigned labors.
With them both laughing so hard way beyond norms of society, she desperately struggled until she could get free of the matriarch’s grip, and took her happy, grateful leave of them.
Next, she found herself on a college campus, meeting her ex who seemed open to their patching things back together.
She chatted with him and could feel that old, heavy pendulum swinging back up its usual arc into false hope before it would guillotine back down again and woosh into loss’s tragedy.
When she ran out of things to say as the two of them continued walking for far too long back to an apartment that they were cleaning, she realized that he only spoke in response to her subject comments, never offering more or other topics, nor expanding.
That cold, sickening feeling of flat gray silence returned, and as they arrived, she began disconnecting as passed him while he paused in the hallway.
“You’re not really wanting to continue this, are you?” she asked, daring to finally blast through the lies of his playing along to the contrary.
Then she stopped and turned, looking right at him for the truth, and he at last clearly admitted, “I think that’s obvious, don’t you?”
Turning away again to heavily lift her feet up the stairs, she wondered at all of the years that he’d just played along – and shoved at the pain that his walled-off company had created in her, and that sense of being in a.suffocation chamber she could never break out of.
But at last the illusions were shattering, and his dream self was finally releasing her.
Looking around the disarrayed room, she realized that this time, she could leave another’s self-created mess far behind her.
Being around her thriving family began making her blood seek ways for healing.
“They were afraid of my power and/or underestimated my adaptabilities.”
“She needed him in more ways than one.”
I see you ever-awakening
When falling back get up
I see you ever-evolving
Finding after losing self
Over and over I witness
Refashioning reclaiming
My past loves’ glimpses
Always fell asleep again
Resenting as resisting my
Pleading then demanding
For their remembering
To my detriment’s ends
It feels like succumbing to
Getting pulled into Maw’s
Relentless tractor beams’
Only recourse after death
Losing who I was before
And always wanted to be
Will you remember me if
We get swallowed whole?
Would you reach for me
However far I would go?
Dive in after me so deep
We’d reemerge elsewhere
Maybe not as who we were
But able to become more?
Would you remember
So that I could forget
As share eased vigilance’s
Soothing by salted sweat?
I need to give up this fight
Yet afraid I’ll lose identity
Negative reinforcements
Need program rootkitting
Inability to trust the process
Creates a faze-like madness
Would you be the one
I could ever rely upon
Just as I would provide for
Your needs in any weather?
Could we own and redefine
What it means to be together?
“It feels like there is no real help, only signs and signals pointing the way if one keeps looking for and innovating solutions despite ‘diminishing’ capacities.”
You have become the voice in my head
My metaphors fall short in the end
My life is torn, my bones, they bleed
Will the pain stop if we go deeper?
Follow me between the jaws of fate
So I can have you to myself for once
—
(From Lyrics of Sleep Token’s “Vore”)
“The injuries are becoming a psychological hindrance as they do not fade – but, in fact, become more insistent and prevalent.
The mind cannot help but panic when experiencing increasing complication impulses – yet, it must struggle to overcome meltdown shutdowns while seeking a newly defined pragmatism.
For it makes sense that as more systems reboot, extent of prior damages becomes ever more clear – and that system overload would increase as additional jagged impulses are seeking to be added to healing’s reintegration.”
“Means something entirely different in seeking balance when one’s boat is flipped, and staying submerged in water’s engulfing suction seems to be the end result, anyway (unrelenting) – especially when one’s sea legs are no longer stable above surface in sailing.”
“Trying to reclaim norms, but norms are now distorted.
This doesn’t mean that things are ‘bad.’
(Sweat)
Things, relatively, might be ‘good.’
(Distrust)
In fact things may be, given skews, ‘getting better, again.’
(Panic)”
“‘Objects in motion stay in motion…’
Newton’s First Law of Motion; also known as The Law of Inertia
I just keep going because it feels like if I stop, I’ll just need to lie back down.”
“If there are only a few to a handful of people whose opinions really matter to any one of us, then why are we so chock full of social anxiety?
A symptom of various things…
“Already in the bathroom, I did not want to leave to go get my hair tie, just to come back again – so I got another.
Once I returned to where I thought I’d left it, but typing on my phone having let thought of it go after task completion, irritating pressure on my wrist made me look:
It had been there the entire time!”
If I could right this boat, the
Numbers say I could make it
“Laughing at perfect ‘death…'”
I learned to innovate
Manifesting physically
Having this disrupted in
Eyes, spine, hands, feet
How in fu**ed hell do I
Save myself, this time?
“No matter the cost of rain…”
“‘No,’ really…”
A beloved sibling sent this to me this eve.
“I had to cancel work until next week because there’s no doubt I got reinjured.
I hate this.
I hate too much pain and lack of pleasure.
I hate limits without any workarounds.”
It’s real
Direct
No more
Guessing
Hearts
Racing
Kept in
Pacing
Speeding up
To connect
Same needs along
Similar frequency
Not specifics but
How expression
Yearns to be seen
And experienced
In mutual loving
Reciprocation