Dried dandelion flowers 🌻 I will be using them to make dandelion infused oil and a salve, useful for aching muscles/joints and dry skin.
Looking through old photo albums, feels like reading the life’s story of a familiar stranger.
Someone who once was my person of comfort— memories lost and disconnected in the back of my mind.
If she stood here before me I don’t know if tears would flood my eyes, if I would run for a hug, or if I would feel anything at all.
I don’t remember much about her character— I don’t remember her mannerisms, her fears, or really anything personal about her. All that I have left of her is her favorite flower and her favorite songs.
And I’m sure we would’ve been best friends, but I lost her too soon.
I miss my mom.
What is missed is the lifetime of growing old with her that was taken from me. And I will never have that back.
I will never have my mom.
The color of mahogany
Begins to drape my thoughts
Until it's all I can see.
The difference between
Fantasy and Reality
Is really only
The difference between
Open and closed eyes.
~ceramic-feelings
the child is homeless
searching for life,
on land that is loamless
and cuts like a knife.
a boy with no friends
living skin and bone
has to make amends;
society’s steppingstone.
i hid in the shower
with the lights off
holding my hands to my ears
the sound of water becomes muffled
and the tears of the shower are one with my own.
We are, indeed, out here creating media.
we are out here, creating media
The street gets narrow.
As I skim the horizon,
Cars disseminate.
~ceramic-feelings
Another plant update, they love the new window spots
what had once filled me with
a feeling of happiness and satisfaction
has left me with ugly horizontal scars,
many that are still healing.
what once was beautiful red blood
has become pink and white scars,
they now fill my body...
and i feel so ugly.