Another Day - Blog Posts

Yes,

I often wonder if these frozen bones of mine could ever find warmth.

An empty bed does not ease me into an gentle rest.

And today, I found myself growing bitter with the frost. Food, water, light, sleep. Many questions. It is hard to know where my pain comes from.

Is this how bitter people are formed? Undergoing constant strife and feeling relief dangled and ripped away from them?

Or do they choose on some level, to become cruel or sharp.

I’ve been through pain. I am in pain right now. It is not the drowning I have felt before. More, a tugging sensation. Like night trying to pull away the dawn.

When i speak- It helps. I can put out all my worries and thoughts, and suddenly there are little strings to follow and find the problems that cause the worry.

I tell it to my love. For healing. But Saying so much pain. Will it cause him pain? Will it stop him from expressing his own? I want to take all the rough feelings he has, the anxiousness, the sad, the pain, and show him I love him along with all of them. And by showing him my own rough feelings, I hope he feels comfortable to show me all of his. But have i overdone it? Shared to many fleeting feelings? Do they make him anxious and worried? Does he hate me for them? Does he think this is all i have to offer??

Where is the line between expressing pain and wallowing in it?

I worry about my love. Is he mad. Is he happy? Is he secretly growing to despise me. Understanding more and more why I was deemed unlovable by those designated to love me. I want to shout! I can be more! I can be enough. Please give me time. I’ll be enough for you one day. Just please give me a chance to recover. I worry.

But I will not make these worries my reality.

I will not lose my gentleness.

My love, he has never asked anything of me, but to trust him. He’s a kind soul. Sweet and feisty and so strong but never scary. It is hard for us, to be so constantly far apart. I only want to ease his mind, and hold him close. I am okay today. And he is not. If only this vicious world would let me hold him. Perhaps that could soften the worries on his mind.

Why must life be so grating? It is not right. For us who have loved and us who have lost. We get no justice.

And yet,

I will not lose my love.

- - -

I am in a storm of emotion. Feeling little clarity. Scraps of thoughts battering my mind to anxiousness.

Why so much fear child?

Those gentle eyes in your head, offering to help quiet the storm. Kind words in your own voice, do not have to be the only ones you hear.

You are not alone. Give to others. Give it all. Take all they give back. You feel afraid?

You have nothing else to give?

Are you enough… with your raging fears… and constant problems?

Perhaps, those are not yours.

Is this even about me? How selfish am i? To keep all this kindness and never repay it. To receive all this love for my hardened heart. I am frozen my love. I am thawing. Am i too late? To know your love… I don’t feel i give enough. Do i give you enough love? I’m sorry for taking more than I give. I’m sorry for being unable to understand my worth to you. I am beautiful. I am sweet. These are things to give! My strangeness, my pain, my confused soul. These are things to hide.

and yet…

yet-

he says so much so quietly.

He is happier here, with me. I am not good at understanding such loveliness.

Evilness. Pain. Betrayal and dying. Such things consumed me and are not foreign to me. I know shitty things like the palms of my hand. They do not frighten me.

He says he loves all of me

He does not lie.

How strange…

almost frightening, to be loved so completely. Almost. I want to never leave him. I want to be everything for him. I have never been everything. But I’ve always been enough for him. I don’t understand … I don’t understand how when i am not all that i should be. I am not fixed yet. I am not perfect yet. I fuck up. I make a myriad of mistakes.

He still loves me. Always. How. How?

no matter what i say. What strange confused things I do. He never leaves. But i am not perfect!

why does he still love me when i haven’t fixed everything? me and all my flaws…

he loves

my imperfections.

I said once, to a different soul, that love was looking past all the imperfections. Yes the person has shaky hands and can’t spell to save their life. They get so confuddled and are shy and need dark rooms to stay in for hours. But they’re yours so you love them. (And they give such nice things! Like validation. Constant reassurance. To keep the loneliness at bay.) They serve their purpose. They are just a tool to gain happiness, and not… A person.

But my love… my love he…

He loves my shaky hands. He loves my confused mind and being smart and at the same time oh such a silly dumbass. He loves my jokes and my happiness. My voice and my heart. He sees so much loveliness in me. And in my human moments, he loves me.

For how painfully and constantly human i am- He loves me.

took another crack at properly drawing cc!don's shell .... this would be pre-kraang obviously, i kind of feel like the aftermath of the infection would make the scar look like a gigantic burn mark there. i'll definitely play around with it a little later

zZz...