My pressure points are swelling. What do you expect from me ? Lately I’ve been falling in and out of love with myself. It’s like I’m made of stone- a granite statue of a saint, except I’m not as worthy. never quite graceful.

So tell me how to reverse the part where I neglected myself. How can I heal properly? My friends tell me I give too much then ask for pieces of my world to hold onto for safekeeping. They remind me of other living things that I can’t live without. Brianne is the moon and Nicole is the rain. Im the parts in between the sky. Jess is the stars- so quick to move and so bright when they want to be. There’s many more to tell you about, but my pressure points keep swelling and I’m ready to burst like a flower in April.

Im just staring at the vines growing up the side of my house. The latticework all tangled making me hypnotized in its mess. I see a rose bud trying to make it. It’s been weathering the rain. It tries to open its eyes every morning and I couldn’t help it if I tried. I wouldn’t know where to begin.

Im not sure how to define feeling everything at once and feeling nothing at all. What’s you’re definition of sadness and I’ll tell you my thoughts on loss. It all moves quickly towards the center- near my heart. My pressure points are swelling. AMT