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Aggrovigliarsi

Sono le giornate fredde, gelide e malconce che mi fanno aggrovigliare tutti i pensieri. Che poi io tremo, tremo e tremo.

Tremo perché il freddo mi aggroviglia e i pensieri si congelano.

E io non me li ricordo più .

Io non mi ricordo più di me.

E boccheggio come fossi un pesce che da giorni ingurgita solo plastica perché è l'unica cosa che trova. E grazie che poi mi aggroviglio. Un pesce che si aggroviglia, poi? Si aggrovigliano, i pesci?

Forse solo quando è notte e il mare è un gigante fatto di buio e niente: niente e buio, buio e niente… Lo vedi, allora, che sono tutta aggrovigliata?

Ma allora è il gigante fatto di buio o il freddo? O è forse il freddo che scende la notte? Fatto sta che divento tutta di gomma e non capisco più dove inizio e dove finisco. Vuoi finirla? Di tirarmi, intendo. Già non ci capisco niente!

È forse colpa del niente, allora?

Aspetta, mi sono persa.

Dicevo delle giornate fredde.

Ecco, quelle sono proprio stronze. Perché tu sei a casa, i termosifoni sono accesi e c'è tua madre seduta sul divano che sbadiglia. Forse, non sempre.

Ecco, allora facciamo che è giovedì. Giovedì mamma sta sempre sul divano, e legge tutti i libri che le consiglio o quelli che poi consiglierà a me. Che poi com'è bella quando legge, sembra proprio uno scoiattolo. Cosa? Uno scoiattolo? Ecco, mi sono aggrovigliata di nuovo. Dicevo che a casa ci sono i termosifoni e mamma (di giovedì) e sono due cose che mi scaldano. Poi esco, e non trovo nemmeno qualcuno che le somigli, anche da lontano. C'è solo quel figlio di puttana del freddo. E allora come faccio a pensare? Forse ogni tanto ci riesco, però. Davanti al gigante di buio, ma non davanti a te; non davanti a nessuno che non sia schiuma e naufragi. Che mi racconti mille storie e poi altre cento. E che non si stanchi mai di parlarmi.

E di raccontarmi.

E di non farmi più tremare.

Perché sono le giornate fredde che mi fanno aggrovigliare

Pensamientos ahogados

“Mi alma se siente libre

siendo encarcelada

en un recuerdo.”


Se siente como un invierno sin frío ¿sabes? Vacío, vacío como un palacio sin ventanas, callado, callado como el insomnio para una persona en su cama. Así es como yo siento cuando no puedo llevar más la soledad por mis hombros, de vez en cuando siento sus caricias y luego como cicatriza mis heridas con sus manos cubiertas de sal.

A veces me da tan igual, me ha hecho tan prisionero de su piel aspera y quebrantada, que me hace desear volver a mi hogar a abrazarla cuando me siento perdido entre los aires del concreto y la asfaltada…pero otras veces, me abraza demasiado tiempo que mi piel comienza a agrietarse y sangrar por su tacto seco y endurecido.

¿Por qué no me dejas dormir un momento? Estoy dañado y un poco confundido, su mirada enojada me dice que sin ella no soy feliz y una parte de mi se siente convencido.


Menudo lío.


De vez en cuando me deja hablar conmigo mismo en mi cuarto mientras trato de hallar el sentido, el sentido de estar bien aunque las tinieblas me hagan sentir dolido, si mi piel está quemada y algo desgastada por el toque de soledad tratando de darme su abrigo, doloroso intentar escapar y pensar que no hay ningún amigo.


En la lluvía de miradas solo uno de 22 veranos me hizo sentir incluído, mi niño interno diciendome que nada está bien pero que el dia que salga a correr siempre estará conmigo.


“Quizá un día despertemos y todo esto solo haya sido un largo sueño.”

My ten year old sister just approached me and asked me to read a script she wrote herself for a comedy/horror movie she named Bloodbath and tbh it’s really good

She described it as and I quote: a mix of Five Nights at Freddy’s, a creepy version of Home Alone, and a bit of Hello Neighbor

The main characters all play hide and seek in a haunted mansion where they meet a girl named Killy that talks about murder all the time and noBODY THINKS THAT SHES THE MURDERER ITS HILARIOUS

SHE LITERALLY STANDS OVER THE BODY HOLDING THE KNIFE AND SCREAMING THAT SHE DID IT AND NOBODY BELIEVES HER

THEY ALL THINK SHES HARMLESS BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE A THIRD GRADER AND EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THIRD GRADERS ARE HARMLESS AND SHES STANDING BEHIND THEM LIKE ‘IM IN SIXTH GRADE LIKE THE REST OF YOU IDIOTS I KILLED THEM’ AND THEYRE LIKE 'NOPE YOURE TOO SMALL AND CUTE FOR MURDER’

MY SISTER IS A FRICKIN GENIUS

silêncio

é nesses momentos que nossas fantasias mais secretas e nossos segredos mais sombrios vem a tona. no silêncio nada fica a mercê da escolha; nossos pensamentos (negativos ou não) passam a dominar a nossa mente. de um momento para o outro não temos mais controle. todas as piores coisas que você já fez, disse e pensou podem surgir do nada.

ao longo da vida cotidiana utilizamos tvs, jogos, música, youtube e o próprio som da cidade grande para abafar esses momentos. alguns de nós nem conseguem dormir no silêncio devido a tormenta dos pensamentos e das idéias inoportunas.

os pensamentos negativos (até certo ponto) fazem parte da vida do ser humano. depois de certo limite, se tornam um problema que precisa de tratamento. mas até lá, são parte de nós. devemos aceitá-los. não entrar neles e acreditarmos que a vida é horrível, mas talvez olharmos para nós mesmos com mais carinho ao invés do nos punir e tentar nos silenciar. podemos perder algo que pode nos fazer crescer.

Invest into people who see potential

You constantly have faith in you

Who wants to see your growth

As much as you want to see theirs

Help those who help you

Stand by the choices you seek

Either bad or good

Everything is meant to be seen out

Just notice in the end

It’s a good chance on what to know

What can be done better the next time

PSA!

Hey everyone! I have seen this issue come up alot on discord and I figured I should address it head on.

First off I want to say if you are a writer, you are not obligated to explain your decisions to do certain things as it pertains to either your writing or your platform. You should not also be facing any rude and unnecessary comments and harsh criticism for your decisions. Whatever you choose to do, stand by your choice then toes down. If you change your mind either that’s ok! That’s YOUR choice! Only true lovers and followers of yours will support you! Keep in mind that people’s true colors and feelings are exposed when you begin taking a stand for yourself or whatever it is you feel so strongly about!

For everyone else, writing is not easy! Creativity is like everything else in life. It has it’s own ebs and flows. Motivation too is essential when it comes to writing just like it is in so many other areas in life. If the motivation isn’t there the quality of the work may not be up to par with what the author would normally write. For this as well as life in general plays a huge in part why some writers may take periods of rest from writing or they may choose to structure their writing schedule and set up in ways to make things easier on them. I knew writing was hard due to my mother and my experience in school, but it’s different when it’s on your own time with no one there double checking your work, telling you what you can do to improve, etc. It can get stressful.

With all this being said, be kind and spread love and support! Don’t be that person to hop in author’s DM’s and cause drama or be rude. With that being said thank you for reading my tedtalk!

Do you ever wonder about all the times when you felt safe? When you were six and playing at the beach without a care in the world. When you were seven and at the swimming pool with your friends. When you were eight and jumping on a trampoline. When you were nine and on the playground after school. When you were ten and it was your favorite period in school. When you were eleven and it was summer and you were lying in your backyard enjoying the sun. When you were twelve and riding the bus while listening to music. When you were thirteen and were wandering the halls of your school after having gone to the bathroom, hearing your schoolmates sing carols in one room. When you were fourteen and you were doing something you shouldn’t be. When you were fifteen and going out with the first person you really liked. When you were sixteen and hanging out with friends that you wanted to keep for life. When you were seventeen and you weren’t doing anything specific but you were with your friends and between worrying about what you would do for the rest of you life you had that small sliver of time that seemed so pointless and unimportant but to you it was everything because you were free of worries and felt safe. And you really felt safe.

Trying to skip the journey

My Dear Blog,

This weekend I read an article that the best form of writing is via storytelling, as it appeals to the heart and not the brain.

Since then, I am desperately trying to increase my storytelling skills and did not produce any writing on the weekend. This is where perfectionism is kicking in and I need to rescue myself. 

Every skill, including storytelling or writing or any art form, is a journey, not a destination. If I try to skip the journey and directly reach the destination in one giant step, that is impossible.

This is probably what happens to a lot of us. If you produced art and have taken a really long time perfecting it to the max, leaving to stone untouched, then probably you have been ashamed to be in the journey and spent an awful amount of time directly trying to reach the destination.

Immer das Gleiche

Die Tage ziehen zurzeit ziemlich an mir vorbei. Ich mache jeden Tag das Gleiche. Ich stehe zur gleichen Uhrzeit auf und frühstücke das gleiche, dann mache ich lange nichts und schiebe meine Aufgaben auf. Dann schlafe ich wieder, danach mache ich irgendwas unproduktives, dann bestelle ich mir wieder das Essen was ich schon die Tage zuvor bestellt habe und dann wird wieder geschlafen.

Ich frage mich in Momenten wie jetzt, was ich mit einer Zeit eigentlich mache und zusammengefasst mache ich rein gar nichts. Ich verschwende Lebenszeit, die ich besser nutzen könnte, aber so leicht ist das gar nicht wie man denkt. Ich finde es schon schwer morgens aufzustehen, ich finde es schwer zu essen, vorallem wenn man denkt, dass man nach jeder kleinen Mahlzeit sein Essen wieder auskotzen müsse. Es ist schwer wach zu sein. Alles ist gerade einfach nur schwer und anstrengend.

Viele denken sich wahrscheinlich, wieso es so anstrengend ist „Nichts“ zu tun. Wenn jemand vor Allem was er tun kann oder will Angst hat und trotzdem versucht den Tag irgendwie rumzubekommen und diese ständige Anspannung aushält, dieses Gefühl in der Brust wenn man rausgeht, das Zittern, die Schweißausbrüche, die Atemnot, als das aushalten muss, dann ist das sehr anstrengend. ( etwas was ich vermisse, die Unbeschwertheit rauszugehen, Dinge zu tun, keine Angst zu haben )

Ich habe heute mich nach einem Platz in einer Klinik erkundigt, um dort stationär behandelt zu werden. Ich versuche das schon seit Oktober letztes Jahr, aber es ist gar nicht so leicht muss ich sagen. Und diese Absagen und alles muss ich auch einstecken. Ich habe meinen Job verloren letzte Woche, ich werde dort noch bis April angemeldet sein, aber leider ist es dann zu Ende. Ich bin zu oft krank. Ich habe mein Studium abgebrochen, weil es keinen Sinn mehr ergeben hat, ich hatte keine Kraft mehr. Ich habe mich schon für einen neuen Studiengang beworben, aber auch da muss ich noch Zittern bevor ich weiß, ob das was wird.

Ich mache so viel eigentlich, kümmer mich um alles Wichtige, obwohl ich nicht mehr kann. Ich setzte meine letzte Kraft dafür ein noch alles so stabil zu halten bis ich weggehe und therapiert werde. Wenn jetzt alles zusammenfällt wüsste ich nicht wie ich darauf reagieren würde. Und langsam habe ich das Gefühl, dass ich es nicht mehr lange halten kann.