does it leave you feeling good? does it leave you feeling bad?

are you the truth?

is it the key

when words come out of me
it’s like a deep exhale of poison and toxins
and in the spaces lies the brilliance of existence
in the things of which are unsaid
of which you feel in the spaces between

we feel
we imagine
we create truth and we also are created by it
there is no ending
no design that has not been before
just come out of me
just stop waiting to tell me all the things you want to tell me
what is it you bring to me? What gift or knowledge is in my forbidden tree
as eve
i long to eat the apple

I want you to tell me everything
things you are mad about
things that make you sad
what makes you laugh
what will make you always stay?

work, to do lists
all the things I must accomplish
coffee
tired.
should sleep
should bath.
should cry
should laugh
should scream
should nap
should yoga
should paint
slow down
my mind is on meltdown

breathe
yes breathe
fuck
more
don’t fucking stop
breathe harder
fuck it let that shit out.
let it go.
be crazy in order to save your sanity

fucking lose it
be angry as shit
be sad till your heart bleeds
just don’t let yourself hold it in
anymore

do what you gotta do
make no apologizes but do your best to not hurt anyone
find the safe places to release your pains
find healthy ways to express the rape of your spirit

we have all experienced it both unknowingly and acceptingly

love love love