
Creating a looming distance between what you’re told and what you know to be true is insane.
But I’d rather operate on my own wave length, than pretend that what I hear is normal, or worse.
To act.
I would descend in such a way, that I would strip myself bare from my own intelligence and knowing. Being myself isn’t just to dress a certain way, as if Halloween is my favorite holiday. But in fact, it is protection of self. Accepting your darkness has rewards.
To move only in the light means you’re blind to everything else going on. The fear you’ve bottled up and manufacture as “strength” or dignity, explodes from its case nightly. You simply just bottle it up every morning, thinking the world doesn’t know.
We all do it.
I gained nothing pretending everything was alright.
The complete opposite has continued to occur when I accepted all parts of myself.
The think you can shelf the abysmal, never ending darkness…is to assume you think sweeping massive issues under the rug goes unnoticed.
Eventually, you will trip on the hem of your own decor.
