Picked apart like a poorly done project
Face red, mind blue
Censoring words like a strict world leader,
I found you
My hands would sweat and my heart would flutter
Not in a good way, but with you
I feel like butter
Slip into a smile because
I found you
What I wear, the talk I dare
Watching how and what I do
Now my soul can celebrate
With you, I'll always be with you
If life is a treasure hunt,
my search ends here,
It ends with two.
It’s time for PRIDE! This week is London’s turn to celebrate pride in a series of Ontario pride parades which can be found here: https://www.ontariotravel.net/en/play/lgbt/pride.
For the past 48 hours I have been struggling with how to write this blog. It has been so hard because it is tragic and heavy topic, I wish that people knew they were loved.
I’ve always considered myself an independent person.
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I don’t know about you but for me to feel mentally stable and sound I need 4 key ingredients: 7-8 hours of sleep per night, some time alone everyday because I am an introvert and I need to recharge after I hang out with people, some daily exercise
In the bleak December evening
When empty sadness fills my soul
To my Jen I shift my dreaming,
Thrilling thoughts, she’ll console.
Though far away, I feel her pull.
When winter nights are lonesome cold,
Late hour hath thoughts in disrepair,
A vision of her warm hand I’ll hold,
Sweet lips, soft cheek so fair.
A trace on my shirt: the fragrance of her hair.
Lonesome fear has plagued my life.
My days of youth, spent in strife.
My faith since abandoned, with prayers unheard,
For God to allow such pain it’s absurd:
“Horror of horrors, a life spent alone,”
“That future assured, my past has shown.”
“O take me heaven, I’d much rather sleep.”
“O holy razor, my blessed release.”
“Help me! Rid me this cursed isolation,”
“Wrought by weary nerves, my eternal damnation.”
“Bleed me this pain, I offer my hand.”
“Rescue me Mother, help me understand.”
How often are we anxious, frustrated, looking forward to something coming up, unhappy with ourselves, unhappy with others?
How often are we not happy with what’s going on in this present moment?