<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 02:52:10 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@kaysiewashere/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Toasted In My Bedroom]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am all about this life I am so ready for the next breath. I am in no rush, I am healing. Everything being “fine”, actually can be sincere now. I am so about the music right now, too. I am so thankful]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/spiritual/@kaysiewashere/toasted-in-my-bedroom</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/spiritual/@kaysiewashere/toasted-in-my-bedroom</guid><category><![CDATA[spiritual]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 16:57:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Am Fine, Actually 9/1/17]]></title><description><![CDATA[I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW, I AM SO HAPPY. I AM NO LONGER COVERING MY EYES FROM SADNESS. I AM COVERING MY EYES, BECAUSE THE LIGHT OF THE BEAUTY IN LIFE IS BRIGHT. REALLY, I AM ACTUALLY OKAY.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/depression/@kaysiewashere/i-am-fine-actually-9-1-17</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/depression/@kaysiewashere/i-am-fine-actually-9-1-17</guid><category><![CDATA[depression]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2018 16:50:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sweater  Weather]]></title><description><![CDATA[We were there. There in the soft, cold sand. The wind coming from the Pacific was chilling with each gust, so you held me close. The mist made the ocean look untouchable, but we managed to get our feet]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/travel/@kaysiewashere/sweater-weather</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/travel/@kaysiewashere/sweater-weather</guid><category><![CDATA[travel]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2018 19:02:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ6Y5qTigUrpQkWwDj7zcG4ZpUwaoQhJxLDUERqGJV6XKgMFmtpqaUKqzbT2aLQcaLoeXh96fWv?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reflecting; Without Shoe Laces]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some nights, I still think of the hospital. It is hard to believe that it was only five months ago, for I feel more recovered than I thought I would be within this time span. When I think about the hospital,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/personal/@kaysiewashere/reflecting-without-shoe-laces</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/personal/@kaysiewashere/reflecting-without-shoe-laces</guid><category><![CDATA[personal]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 12 Jan 2018 18:56:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Choosing Life]]></title><description><![CDATA[Two months ago, I had the guts to jump off of a bridge. When I found myself at that point, the end, it ended there. I came to the point of noticing when I get frustrated with my sadness, I needed a different]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/choosing-life</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/choosing-life</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 04 Sep 2017 15:54:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lionsgate Visualization]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am more vibrant looking within my visualizations during meditation. I would like to believe that it is a reflection of my inner, true self. A frequency put me into the state of mind, and it stuck there.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/lionsgate-visualization</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/lionsgate-visualization</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 10 Aug 2017 20:50:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYg8RX6bCtDuwBpW5bQZWEKfkVarmmFdZr7SgAboLS1sggURHrcsE2JwLMH2pBuGNW6AdTjFM18?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Where I disappeared To]]></title><description><![CDATA["Being helped is not being given a pill a day-hell, four pills a day. Being helped is finding deep-rooted issues and learning how to cope with them. If pills were the answer, I would still have a]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/psychology/@kaysiewashere/where-i-disappeared-to</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/psychology/@kaysiewashere/where-i-disappeared-to</guid><category><![CDATA[psychology]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2017 17:48:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYMzTLgzJPCYpzFHzrqeeToq5w7LkXCQbBy6Aue6SXp6SSuGtBn88ABpR2DaJU1dxhrz1mxhD5Y?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA["The Bitch" Of Loving Others]]></title><description><![CDATA[WHY IS HAPPINESS SUCH A HARD GIG? I AM TIRED OF IT ALL, I HAVE SAID IT BEFORE NOW IT IS BECOMING TO SOUND LIKE A REINSTATED OPINION. THE MOMENTS WHEN I AM SMILING, I KNOW TO TAKE IN AND ENJOY. I FIND MYSELF]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/the-bitch-of-loving-others</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/the-bitch-of-loving-others</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2017 01:23:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYbvpfhj9gukadTRYUX5tv8xFNZeHYxgs8rwq6ycrw4VV3ZkHv5t8dVhrBbxshaz1KKKBZkSy7L?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA["The Process"; One Step At A Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is not coming from a doctor, medical student, or a school therapist; but from someone who is familiar. I have told and have been told by others that “It’s a process.” For a long time, I thought that]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/the-process-one-step-at-a-time</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/the-process-one-step-at-a-time</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jun 2017 14:59:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[This Moments Euphoria]]></title><description><![CDATA[Life is so beautiful. The world is filled with good and change. Every breath is euphoric. Every smile is a blessing in time. Love is more than words, and never enough of them are said. The stars are more]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/this-moments-euphoria</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/this-moments-euphoria</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2017 12:52:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYvudiGMDySnZP2gjNxEwzUkJbTTZXA82y3Qj1M8iW8stsZ9mY2Ufe3PdyJupVLT5K28PUvP5US?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Rain]]></title><description><![CDATA[I hate this place, and you know that But things can change- Change is okay You have shown me that I wondered if it would be different, but I made a commitment While we held hands in the rain Not every]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/love/@kaysiewashere/the-rain</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/love/@kaysiewashere/the-rain</guid><category><![CDATA[love]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2017 12:31:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZB3sdmy8gMa68mZx8c3Yhf674jCfRJsgbVapx4m17Q1TPLGzCYXngUjJ86M9hbX9HyjjrP3SYE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Agressively Inspired]]></title><description><![CDATA[It’s been a bad year and I have some problems I had to write this down because; I don’t know how to solve them Mentally unstable Inside of this garage “High as fuck.” Screaming at my demons They want me]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/growth/@kaysiewashere/agressively-inspired</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/growth/@kaysiewashere/agressively-inspired</guid><category><![CDATA[growth]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2017 18:23:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ5qpySuMjwiBVZobRM3Zq5btWEdKbk6YjvGP54EmiBnoZqZ1zmWxxP6YWK3oj6idPFYWFpHS9c?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Slipping]]></title><description><![CDATA[I grew sour within the hour Because; I gained the time to hate myself Getting high isn’t like getting high anymore It’s not like seventeen It’s not like getting high anymore I’m not saying I’ll try anything]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/slipping</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/slipping</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jun 2017 18:15:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ1hQyFZKMyt3Dzw8zhsbhSCS5ahvUtZD1R9P9Ku5whiYSkpMEBncX9GDWYJLn1cQdCsCg6WKT4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Take A Walk]]></title><description><![CDATA[I had a suicidal thought last night, but today is so much more beautiful. I observe the cotton whisps that float from tree-to-tree, and I can not help but inhale the undefinable scent of the blossoming]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/take-a-walk</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/take-a-walk</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 30 May 2017 22:15:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZB1gCWbjwY2ULrW4tC6JgSssPCygTwedVcRPDohxoRT9hq38oKZj4LJCr7me5SjtZZM6v3KUFY?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[100% Cotton]]></title><description><![CDATA[THE RAIN ON MY WINDSHIELD CREATED A GLARE FROM THE TRAFFIC PASSING BY ME, PRACTICALLY BLINDING ME. I DIDN’T CARE THOUGH, I SORT OF HOPED IT WOULD. IT WAS 3AM, I WASN’T SURE WHERE I WAS LEAVING TO, I HAD]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/100-cotton</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/life/@kaysiewashere/100-cotton</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2017 02:04:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Letter 3/7/16]]></title><description><![CDATA[“I don’t blame anyone for anything that took place or took a toll on me, I blame myself. It’s really hard for me to explain the feelings I’m having, but they’ve been happening since middle school. It’s]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/the-letter-3-7-16</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/the-letter-3-7-16</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2017 01:48:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Wasted]]></title><description><![CDATA[I remember a flower crown, lightly placed on top of your head. I can still feel my sticky skin from the humidity of the summer evening. Laughter echos in my ears, and sometimes I can remember myself smiling.]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/wasted</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/wasted</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2017 01:43:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZtEtaMdsGLDLL5zK5qBuxPRxZw7am8qhBFyoTNNik51tzRW9wTjZkteuJicBNcvq7F9zEgMKTC?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Seconds of Time]]></title><description><![CDATA[I remember that you would acquire bleach stains on each of your shirts. You could never choose between blue, purple or pink. Now we smoke cannabis; and talk about how our parents used to drink. We talked]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/seconds-of-time</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/seconds-of-time</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2017 17:24:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Water]]></title><description><![CDATA[My knees force me through the water that tries to defy my steps Under my feet, I don't know what to expect Soft sand could be waiting; but so could sharp rocks Don't forget the discarded glass Or the edges]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/the-water</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@kaysiewashere/the-water</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2017 14:25:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Retro Girl]]></title><description><![CDATA[I dream of a girl In purple light The one who dances inside of my head all night On her knees On top of the mattress- extra plush Her hair tosses side-to-side I watch her laugh in slow motion Her eyes]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kaysiewashere/retro-girl</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@kaysiewashere/retro-girl</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[kaysiewashere]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 14 May 2017 16:20:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXZ6MWJaLc4D1VBTy1cCYN5dsoqDJSAdh23y7v7rk1Vuxz28uGSwavJaBA7J6LP7pZoqUS5YX6X8?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>