It's Silence I Crave, It's Why I Swim

Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

“I like you a lot, yes its true and I hope one day you and I can become more than friends, discerning my feelings for you sometimes feels like I’m sailing around the cape of storms in a small dingy, at least in this small bay I’m winning but if you don’t feel the same way its okay. l will just quietly beach my boat and watch the waves go by…”

— how to tell my friend I like her..,,

Everything that you perceive as beautiful and sublime, may not seem that way to me, but it does not give me the right to say that it is horrible since my perception is different from yours. Art by Jill Tascher Basham.

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Regrets, the day I was lured by your scent

Regrets, the day you took my heart

Nah

The day I let you take my heart

regrets

The sprint to my descent was quick

Regrets

Gave my most beautiful painting to a blind man

Regrets

Llife coloured in a portrait of black and brown

Regrets

I'd barter my soul just to get back my heart

Regrets

Regrets

Regrets

Hopefully

One day

Contentment

2018.04.21

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself

Maybe I can’t find the words to say what you mean to me,

but my actions speak louder than anything I could voice

I will show my love for you in everything I do

I wish I could say I regret that day But, darling I can't I wish I could hate you And say that's truth But I wouldn't change a thing Not even change the kisses that Went wrong In fact I would take you Hug you and never let go even if thing's repeated themselves I would get the feeling I so long ache I wish history would repeat itself this just this once I miss the time's and most of all I miss you

flannery o'connor