Author Archives: fatimasque
All of a sudden, i’m in France
so all of a sudden, i am in France, and all of a sudden, i’m on holiday, and also all of a sudden, i am at peace; i am in an odd way home, i am, released from all which holds me … Continue reading
the math of being loved
it’s a funny thing, the math assumed by people for the combination of their emotions, time, and attention. a many people in their ‘giving’ of love, do so with some form of expectation for mutual reciprocity. This is normal and … Continue reading
Quitting the Race
ok i started to write, and then a good 500 words in, i deleted it all. i have a propensity towards beating around the bush, and jumping into the inessential, which is simply on the sideline of my problems, instead … Continue reading
Seeds in hand
the blankness of my mind is hardly complementary to the swirl of emotions that is the rest of my body. not only do i feel the coldness within tightening my muscles, but there is this acidic like burning that’s drenched my … Continue reading
no room for white…
I sit in an underlined, bolded, and italicised huge question mark right now. After a conversation with a friend, I am left wondering the contrasts of Black and White. Happiness and Sadness. His statements tell an absolute invalidation to the … Continue reading
Self importance or altruism?
time runs faster than my own thoughts sometimes. which is crazy, because my mind is a professional runner. the days take us as though we owe them mind body and soul, well… anyway, point being.. so many realisations dawn on … Continue reading
For the Love of Pain
my mind is blank this morning. maybe because i’ve slept a bare 4 hours, or maybe because the night before was such a storm. either way, i’m finding it hard to figure out what it is I wish to articulate, … Continue reading
some type of facts.
hi. so, the last two days have definitely seen an improvement, and i’m proud of my capacity to find the light. for even when I am blind, I know that the rest of my senses are at least, smarter than … Continue reading
talking my way to happiness
For the love me, I am every oscillating between emotions high and low, and cannot find that specific release. But it is not the emotions that are the problem, so much as my incapacity to shake them off and let myself … Continue reading
my own kind of therapy
Heading back to see my therapist this morning. I look forward to such visits. While conversation with dear and loving friends always (well mostly) has its own magic on the psyche, it must be said that a professional and what … Continue reading
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