What is going on lately with all of these emotional regurgitations and tornadoes.
It might seem a bit exhausting for us all, that we might end up shutting ourselves completely to all joy just because we are tired of the surrounding bombardment by memories.
so we end up associating any gesture of love with the past trauma not because it is true, just because we are afraid of not seeing this beauty again.
Thus we do our haunting best to recreate it inside of us and that is where we feel frustrated when we see it again because we fear to look at ourselves so we end up feeling frustrated when we don't see how beautiful we are.
Then there in that space we assume all the sensations we feel as pain so as to hold a candle in the obituaries of flesh in hope to get redeemed by the prayer of guilt in the name of shame as a facade and a cover.
It's been a while I know!
May no order hinder you,
May chaos be your authority!