you're fine, you just need some time. the ache in your knees will subside. baby you're fine. your skin will turn to iron and your heart will blush again. some day these bullet-like exchanges won't bring you any pain. when the grey ceiling mumurs a "good morning" to you, and when having ammonia in your lungs has become normal to you: even then, bubby, you're going to be fine. choose to be nice to yourself every day. show up, check on your friends, eat your meals on time and rest when you can. it's sad realising how alone you are. why were you running so hard? who was this all for? smiles and words you wanted so badly: they were never for you. how heavy these burdens are, how endless these tears are. the herniated hip from birth, it certainly was signposting to what was to come. it hurts more deeply the more you think about it. the grieving can pause while you sleep. before bed, without much thought: sleep. no lucid dreaming, just rest. without wanting it to: it hurts, it hurts, it hurt. without wanting to: i have to accept it. i think i will have to do that from now. it's hard, but i will be fine. you always have time, you've always got time. you'll be fine.
The word Hindu is an exonym, and while Hinduism has been called the oldest religion in the world, many practitioners refer to their religion as Sanātana Dharma (Sanskrit: सनातन धर्म: "the Eternal Way"), which refers to the idea that its origins lie beyond human history, as revealed in the Hindu texts
your superpower. simply being with you. as time passes, i feel you pick up my worries and shrink them into tiny managable loads of baggage. sometimes you transform them into little trinkets. You have a way of making them appear as a fun challenge. like gifts in disguise. how pretty your eyes are. you see only the good.
Skies Of Dark October- I open my eyes looking around My room and as usual I find myself alone. As I awaken from my sacred slumber I feel the energies around me as they begin to turn dark and cold. I arise from the bed where I lay and make my way to the bathroom that is shrouded in darkness except for a small amount of light that illuminates from a tiny bulb above the sink. I start to remove my clothes starting with my shirt but am stopped in my tracks as I see coming through the window out of the corner of my eye a dim orange glow of light followed by a howling wind that would send shivers creeping down almost any humans spine. But as stand there alone I feel no chills or fear as I have come to Love the Darkness the sights and sounds that return from beyond their graves during this time of year. I feel a sense of calmness a slight charm that I love and hold so near as I stare out into the horizon of the now dim orange glowing light as the sunsets and daylight dies once More under the dimming cold fluorescents of the dark mid October skies.