Too good, not good enough. Between the two I sway. Ego running everything. Ego ruining my day. I remind myself to settle in, Into that place I know. Into the place of simple peace, I crave that easy flow. But the thoughts come crashing in, Subconscious patterns start again. And back I go to fear and dread. Back to tears upon my bed. What do I want? What do I need? The confused me wants to know. Yet the answers inside are abundant, Just continue, they say, to grow.
Why do you feel worthless, dear one? You are made of stars and sentiment. You are the prized possession, the Greek goddess, the cherry on top. Why do you feel so alone and not good enough? You are des
The house on 10th Avenue was one I always remembered as being the less desirable of all the houses I’ve lived in. It was small and funky and in a very rough part of town. It was the first house I move
I live in alternate realities. In the one, I am lost and scared. I walk around always looking behind me, to make sure nothing can creep up on me. I feel closed off and closed in. My conversations are