Confession .354. And They’re Haunting Me Until I Overdose…

My room feels so small
These walls are closing in and there’s no door
I’m out of space I’ve been washed out, washed out
I’m running from myself
Losing focus I’ve been washed out, washed out
Yeah, I’ve been going through hell…

“Beware of the One that slaps you with one hand then strokes you with the other. Addicted to creating chaos. Raising you up, only to cut you down. The best thing you can do is wash away the past and start afresh.” A quote from an image that one of the Pages I follow on Facebook shared tonight – and that was what made me sit down to write tonight instead of putting this post off until tomorrow. That, and this damned song.

Confession .353. Something Like Freedom…

And it’s safe to say the storm’s gone away
And I’m dancing on the morning after
Yes I’d love to stay, but my home is the other way
And I miss the love and laughter…

Mermaid Cove! If you know me and the rest of the #OriginalSirens of Zeta Theta Mu, then you know that we’re all obsessing over this event right now. I’m blessed enough to blog for it, so I’ll be showing you some of the amazing creations that these designers have released for those of us who want to get in touch with our inner-mermaid!

Confession .352. Cause You’re Amazing Just The Way You Are…

Oh, you know, you know
You know I’d never ask you to change
If perfect’s what you’re searchin’ for, then just stay the same…

It WOULD be Pride that gets me back into being inspired for photos. The support of all of these creative talents in our little virtual world just amazes me, and I feel the need to showcase them, as they support me and others like me during this time. ♥

Confession .351. Yeah, I Know How To Scream My Own Name…

I take it nice and slow, feeling good on my own
Without you, yeah (hey)
Got me speaking in tongues, the beautiful it comes
Without you, yeah (hey)…

Happy Pride! ♥ I’m still a little MIA right now, but I had to come back and take a photo with some of the L$99 items that Designers have out at their mainstores for Pride At Home!

Confession .350. But She Gets The Flowers, Right?

But she gets the flowers, right?
The posts made about her
A love that is perfect
A love I deserved, yeah
A love that I gave…

It’s interesting, talking to people all over again. Back to square one, getting to know them, having to out all of those things that He used to accept about me and wonder if a new person will walk away. Or if I’ll fuck it up and push them away before I can get hurt.

Cause, you know, I’m really good at that…

Confession .349. I Don’t Wanna Lose Control…

Trying everyday when I hold my breath
Spinning out in space
Pressing on my chest
I don’t wanna lose control…

I feel like they borked my brain when they did both surgeries that I’ve had in the last three months. I have zero inspiration for much of anything, I’m tired all the time, and I just have, like, zero attention span.

Confession .348. You Don’t Even Know Me…

You don’t know a thing at all
You don’t know about the way I am when I am all alone
You don’t even know
Where I care, the way I’ve grown
You don’t know about the way I love so deeply to my bones
You don’t even know me…

I’ve been thinking a lot about situations I shouldn’t be thinking about lately, which is of course an awesome thing, right? -insert eyeroll here-

Confession .347. I’m Not Leaving Quiet, Babe…

Just set it all on fire and burn down this room
And strip my being to the wires
And I’ll learn to carry it through
But in any kind of way, I’ll make it clear for you
I’m not leaving quiet, babe
So burn down this room…

I’m more inspired for photos lately than I am for dance. And that’s saying something… usually I’m brimming with things I want to build or dance – but ever since my surgery it’s like… I don’t have the brain power, or the inspiration, or both. And I’m a little afraid it’ll never come back…

Confession .346. Pink – It’s Not Even A Question…

Pink – like a deco umbrella
It’s kink that you don’t ever tell her…

“WHAT IN TARNATION DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR?!”

Confession .345. How Am I Gonna Be An Optimist About This?

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above…

If You close Your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?