Sometimes I want to attach my emotions to a brick and throw them in the ocean. My mind is simply just a house made of bricks. It gets broken down constantly. Every time I’m left with less and less. I am left with what I can manage to save. What I can work with. It takes work days sometimes weeks to rebuild a house, to track down bricks and put them back together. I am used to the moments when Im sitting in the rubble. When the dust and bricks settle, I have something to look forward too. I have the sun to thank for my ability to see.
My heart is as heavy as a brick, it’s filled with love, and sometimes made of grief. Guilt. Shame. It’s hard to always be happy. Sometimes my shoulders take responsibility for weighing me down. They signed the papers, they have signed my soul away. I look at my self and sometimes I’m like a brick, strong, steady, solid, and sometimes I’m a Marshmallow full of solidified goop, that tries its best to be whole. Sometimes my stubbornness takes over, sometimes my comforting side is available to me. But I try and use it. I try, I really do. Let this be a brick in your mind that someone can relate to you. That you can relate to someone. Let it be a building block in your creative imagination.
I’ll see you guys soon…you have potential.