i am constantly crazy.
i’m truly amazing…
i am happily sailing thru this thing called life.
but i’m never too sure - if i’ll know how to start,
when i’m slowly, losing… a piece of my heart.

i am listening to music that sings to my soul.
i’m feeling for something that makes me… lose control.
i am wondering. and waiting.
but i’m still hesitating.
i am suddenly fearful of unspoken truth.

i am watching for moments.
i am reaching for time.
i am hoping that futures still cross between mine.
i am lovely, yet leaving.
and i’m starting to believe in, something.
(that’s greater than us alone…)

i am dancing and dreaming.
i’m standing outside screaming, to the heavens, on a cool clear night.
i am convinced they can hear me -
but i’m not sure if they’ll steer me, in directions that lead back to you.

i am hopeful and hopeless, yet alarmed that you know this…
i am trying my best to get by.
i’m wishing for insight and look for it - despite,
the fact that it will, inevitably, make me cry.

i am stirred, but not shaken.
i’m both filled and forsaken.
i am breaking it down, one beat at a time.
i am cool and complacent, though my passion’s adjacent
to thunderbolts, rainbursts, and fire.
i am scared… of what’s left to transpire.

i’m manic and moody - unconventional beauty,
is what i see in the eyes of the world.
i’m full of blues… rock… and greens;
purple-pink pop/soul streams, out myself
and they say i’m too much!

more than words, i’m extreme -
i’m intense like my dreams.
wake me up if i’m falling back in….
i’m refreshing like you; yes, you know what to do:
i’m the cannonball diving right in.
(after you… no, you! i insist…)

i’m a weakling who’s strong, with the strength of a week.
i’m habitual in making sweet talkers lose speech.
i’m apparently available, yet seemingly, out of reach?
i’m insufferable.
i’m exciting.
hell, darlin’ i’m inviting, you… toward me.

marelle

description haha :) me me too! poetic self whatcha gon' do? who are you? you interesting lovely yes

quote-book:

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me.”

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Virginia Satir (via reluctantbuddha)

love it! me and you beautiful it's true always changing yes it's strange but cool