trying to grow

originally posted in march of 2018

have i properly processed
my feelings?
have i managed to grow
past events
that shackled me
from
years & years ago?
am
i
healing?
am i ready to move
on?
my brain festers that much
less
rabid thoughts
calmed
i stopped
i took
time
i listened to
me…
did it work?

i picked an easy one today. i have like fifty more to go? as i re-do my “best” self-portraits with an end project in sight. a book? a showing? something titled, “the invisible exhibitionist: look at me! (don’t look at me)”

i liked the verse that went with this one as well. i mean, i am feeling again as if i have reached a point of healing–made progress.
you know, a year later…but still!

panic attack

i am 
literally
having a panic
attack
looking through 
google docs
& files files files
on my hard drive
& months months months
of writings
here & in the physical journals
from whence
they sprung
…it’s
too 
much
too fucking much
how many words 
can there be?
how many 
emotions
vomited
all over my laptop?
now
fuck it
there is one more.

i am serious about getting together a collection to try to publish…but holy fucking crap. there is so much–crap–to wade through. 
do i keep it to the actual art journal project?
do i add in some older stuff?
some sideways stuff?
some stuff i don’t even remember writing? 

i need a personal assistant/editor stat!

this is going to be one of those “kill your darlings” moments i always heard about in writing workshops, isn’t it?

get me a bottle of whiskey & a blowtorch, y’all, i’m going in!

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