From the storms grow flowers of such misfortune that we are to eventually some day know
But for the love of god I am sick of the pit of disrepair,
keep me away from way down there.
Why do people find it funny to make people mad for fun?
And then wonder why,
When the shit hit’s the fan,
And the gut’s,
Eyes in a jar..
Etc and whatever more..
Do some ask themselves,
What the fuck did I go and wind them up for!!!
And do some wonder,
Wonder what would happen,
If I wind some other up, even more…….
Sink like a feather in a turbulent ocean.
Gravity loves us all.
Do we mend?
Is true love the mending together of broken souls?
Is that why we break?
“For years mental health professionals taught people that they could be psychologically healthy without social support,
“unless you love yourself, no one else will love you.”
The truth is,
you cannot love yourself unless you have been loved and are loved.
The capacity to love cannot be built in isolation”
— Bruce D. Perry, M.D., Ph.D. — “The Boy Who Was Raised As A Dog”
Believe or not at Instance,
Brain & Emotion,
Disbelieve 2 Destroy,
Remains in Recall,
I think, I feel, I seek on.