Jumbled Thoughts And Fractured Emotions
idontreallywannabemeanymore
Listen...
I know that you don't really know me
but we've connected in the dirt, upon his floor
Yeah...
I know that you don't owe me
but I don't really wanna be me anymore
***
Can you help me
break through this crystalis
tear down the strings I'm tangled in
no, I don't think
I can take much more of this
Hiding behind a smile, inside this borrowed skin
***
I need to free my butterfly
letting her fly as far and fast as she can go
It took so long for me to find
and I can't wrap her up inside
another numbing, fucking lie
It's time to cut those ties that bind
letting her beauty freely flow
***
Into the vastness of forever
to that place that's still unknown
Far beyond the promises that sometimes tether
drilling deep into your bones
To rise unveiled and unashamed
finding the beauty deep within
Filled with power, unafraid
finally free to find the me that might have been
****
Can you help me
break through this crystalis
tear down the strings I'm tangled in
cause, I don't think
I can take much more of this
Hiding behind a smile, inside this borrowed skin
I need to breathe and find the me I could have been
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly5 days ago in Fiction
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Loved the analogy and the sentiment. Very nice, Kelli.
Diana (You) 9 minutes ago Split, in rush for tomorows dream we can never meet self face to face present. Befrending self is a solo dance. Mirrors provide music, that's all others can <3
We all need a new start somehow in some way. Good job.
"crystalis" --love, love love this play on chrysalis!
Kelly this is so raw and stunning and eye opening wow💜