And yet, of all these things, we feel sadness the most. We are never buoyed upon an ocean of apathy. We are never crushed by complacency. We are never moved by the okayness of the world.
Sadness and pain, to help us flee danger and hurt. To help us get away when we're bleeding. You have a body and it screams "Something stirs like broken glass in my chest, leave this place, before I die."
An animal part of us, still here after all these years, breaks our hearts.
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this grief sits heavy at the feet of my soul, and fear stirs butterflies all the way through me, but it's the beauty, the love and the miracle of it all that feels as if it must break my heart into 6 billion little pieces of you. xo
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Beautiful (and sad) - both the words and the imagery.
If you ever commit the greatest of all sins this will all mean nothing for once a mad man has mentioned it.
I've been reading this blog for what seems like forever and I never get tired of it. Thank you.
We are never moved by the okayness of the world? That statement in itself is a damn joke. When is the world ever just OK? How do you rate the okayness factor of the world? The fact of the matter is is that okayness isn't even found in the dictionary. Me.
Think on that.
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You know what the biggest cosmic joke of all is? How about perpetrators? Or the fake individuals they run with?
Me.
The okayness of the world once asked me if I was okay, and I didn't know how to reply because I wasn't sure if I was really sad at all. I just knew I wasn't particularly happy.
I think I'm okay now, though.
Not sure if I am sad ... I still feel numb and am still afraid to let myself feel anything...
I feel that same broken glass twisted in my chest.
The okayness sits in my throat. And it's not okay.
Me too. Couldn't be better.
This is so good.
I feel like this everyday
And wonder how im still here.
My thinking eats away at me..
Thank you. That was beautiful.
I hope you're alright. I'll be fine soon.
MmMm
and my heart screams, 'leave this place before I die'
i wish i had another place to go..
all these years, the 'okayness of the world' attempted to kill my most precious and beautiful gift i have ever been given..my soul
thanks for the beautiful post
n-neverland
Sadness? Don't talk to me about sadness. We always have the option to be buoyed upon an ocean of apathy. Complacency has crushed many a time or two or more. We are always moved by our self made judgement of conditions of the world as fast as it rotates on it's axis. Sometimes when we're bleeding instead of strapping on a proverbial tourniquet we attempt to bandage the wounds with salt for good reason. That's when your body screams the loudest numbing yourself with sadness and pain that won't ever disipate. Flee? Leave this place? Not a chance, despite the danger or hurt. I'd break my heart everyday on purpose to get my soul back. Standing up for what I believe in. Fighting for what I've lost and everything that makes it right and beautiful in the world. Amimalistic, damn right. Reality. Me.
this is stunning.
that's why you've done this to me. you knew full well i would lick my wounds and turn away, i even warned you of the fact. life was becoming more and more precious with the days, and walking clear into you was like death itself. i talk about you in attempt to numb the pain, but truth be told: you lost me the first time my heart broke, not 5 years down the road.
I made one big mistake today. It's going to change the rest of my life. So, I guess this helps.
this is the best of yours. I hope to one day write with as much truth, science, art, and beauty as this.
Feeling this HEAVY, nothing can l i f t me.
Quicksand fighting, sinking softly, deeper down.
Every move pulling me closer.
The deep end grips hard at my heels.
Calling my _ame in _ain.
Ex+hausted of treading in Life.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Sink
Or
Swim
I think it's time to leave.
Thank you. Again.
most beautiful thing i've read all day.
We are so human! To survive and react to pain is instinctive. But we are so much more than that if we only had faith in the Universe, we could free ourselves.
i was searching for the definition of cosmic joke and came across this site. my husband and i both have cancer - he was just recently diagnosed and i have just recurred....thinking this is a cosmic joke....
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