catren bipolar

wake up, Huţanu,
mi-am strigat,
fiindcă la polul opus
mă am tot pe mine.

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catren bipolar

căsuțe

inima asta nu are doar patru căsuțe. are multe. una dintre ele are și pod. și fântână. și grădină. și leagăn. și cireș. și gărduț.. și o mamaie dragă la portiță. de toate are în ea o inimă de om.

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căsuțe

îs copchil de la țară

îs copchil de la țară și asta nu mi se spală din privire oricât m-aș uita la piețe și străzi aglomerate, nu trece ca o vânătaie, îi mai degrabă un tatuaj sufletesc permanent. am corcodușe în ochi, cireșe-perechi după urechi, spic de grâu în buzunări și albăstrele-n păr. cu sapa sap în gânduri și plivesc buruieni să pot vedea oamenii frumoși răsărind de printre zecile de nimeni, dar îs tot mai rari. îi secetă.

îs copchil de la țară

addiction

Cred că am spus, scris sau gândit „I’m addicted to..” de nu știu câte ori în viața asta, fără să fie vorba despre vreun drog, ci despre locuri, activități, oameni, idei și tot felul de chestii în care mi se părea că mă regăsesc oarecum. Dependența depinde doar de mine și de ceea ce caut, nu de obiectul ei în sine. Prea puțin contează what/who I allow myself to become addicted to.
When I find something I can relate to, I see it as a temporary refugee and I tend to repeat it until it becomes a habit. I quit as soon as I realize that nothing and nobody can fully cover my deep-running need to Belong (somewhere or with someone).
In my world, addiction had & has many forms, but it’s basically the same thing: not the drug itself, but the search for something I can slightly connect to at any level.
I never found anything or anyone I could connect to entirely, therefore the addiction had its limits and never lasted very long.
So, I take everything as it comes, I’m not afraid of losing my mind when I find a temporary situation in which I merely feel that I (sort of) belong. I know it never lasts as long as my search never ceases to go further.
Drug addicts are those people who refuse to keep looking for something they can connect to, people who settle with little, who are afraid to keep searching, people who are very insecure and disappointed with everything and everyone, hopeless humans, people who resign from their own path of finding themselves.

addiction

Be blunt

Here. I’m at my most ridiculous self in ages. And still I’d rather be laughed at than become depressed. I’m your clown, unable to keep the thoughts to myself. Do point your little judging fingers at me, label me, avoid me, whatever. I won’t like it, but I’ll be fine, I’m used to it, I’m immune.
So, yeah. Spit it out. Be blunt. Be as embarrassing and ridiculous as your own thoughts. Be honest. Whatever the consequences, it’s always better to be sorry you tried & it didn’t work than to regret you never dared to even try.
The result may not be what you expected / wished for, but at least you’re at peace with yourself for having spoken your mind out.
The journey is much more entertaining than the destination itself.
People often sacrifice self-expression in exchange for acceptance, appreciation or approval – or to avoid negative consequences like rejection or conflict.
Every time you shut down self-expression in order to get your emotional needs met by others, you are actually rejecting your Real Self – cutting yourself off from your intrinsic source of energy and power, and thereby diminishing your natural state of peace, joy and love. The result is often what we refer to as depression.

Be blunt