Etheric Ecology

“It’ll work out” “Something will come your way” “Now you can focus elsewhere” “You’ll find something eventually” They mean well, but it always feels so… Read more

I have been noticing these little forks in the road. For a split second, there is a choice…

Trouble arises when we attach to the thoughts and emotions that are on their way out and create a storyline out of them.

You thought I wouldn’t be back?

Sometimes we spend more time avoiding a problem than it takes to actually implement a solution.

If I enjoy doing something, and it’s healthy for me…why won’t I do it?

But already lost you…forever

I make up rules that I expect you to follow, but I have no idea why I’m creating them.

The allure of you will never fade

The reason why it’s ending isn’t because one of us did something wrong, but rather, because one of us did something right.

How many more breaks can a heart take, before it is unable to remain intact?

I want you, still. Always. And still. I ache about this after every cycle of failed reconnection.

I could drop everything for you
But you have only dropped me

I have nothing to lose because I have nothing. I can only go up from here…maybe, idk, except I am nothing.

Fuck. Why are you still around?

If you have a passion and a pleasurable hobby, what prevents you from pursuing it?

How can you protect your personal bubble?

’tis that time again when I feel like a zombie…

What happens when things are closer than you think they are?

But do you really care?

What is this voice inside of me that keeps on saying “I want to die”?

A simple reminder for anyone to connect with themselves, ask for help, evolve, and move on with life again.

When will the delusion of you fade back to the Blue?

Who have been the best of friends, brothers, and lovers.

Post meditation reflection:

Listen to your ideas. Act on them. If it’s stirring something up, create.

Where do we put our focus, our energy, our attention?

The wind is my baseline.

You are Venus in the night sky

Netflix. Food. Instagram. Book. Food. Netflix. Netflix. Tumblr…Agh! The stimuli.

An urg, again. The desire to write deeply and passionately is constantly fleeting and coming back.

The points they made could barely cross the bridge; However, I see how to link this ridge.

I am a messenger of information, spreading ideas like wildfire.

Those chills today were merely child’s play.

A day, oh what a day…

Oh baby, how you bring fire to my hips

Twirling and dancing in the air…

You could say I’m dusting off my keyboard

The clouds may be clearing, but the lake is still low

Of all the places to be in the land
My arms is where I want to cradle you

Ideas are tangled into plans

For which we’ve said enough of this occurrence.

Impressing others seems to be more important than impressing ourselves these days

To be the lover of he who should not be talked of

Yes, it’s true that he was indecisive.
The pulling force from the opposite end,
Made our relationship do a little bend.

Has she been lying to people this entire time?
Goodness, I hope not.

Why must it be behind the brilliant façade?

Behaviors of the being are put onto repeat.

Her visible exit is a mistake,
but it’s the only one she can find.

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