I tend to channel my inner Kurt Cobain on days when the dream of this world feels the like walls are closing in.
I had a thought today about the beauty of escaping reality. The push and pull of it all.
Where do you go when you’ve lost the things you held dear? What is fear but a door to walk through to prove you can persevere. But for who did you walk through the door for? And who would walk through the door for you?
I’m a introvert. It’s my right to be so.
I thought about the animals locked in cages for humans viewing entertainment. I thought about the fish in the fish bowl just trying to find a place to hide when it no longer wants to be seen.
Who helps them get out when the want and demand continues to keep them in captivity is so great?
I understand that pain. That demand to be no matter how you feel.
I want to share my gifts with others but at what cost to me? My sanity and my soul. I’m not famous. I’m not rich. I don’t even have a house to live in. I gave up my relationship. I pushed my children to the edge and I’m still just a hungry soul striving to express myself. Striving to express what the oppressed feel everyday.
It’s a lonely space when your stuck in a bubble. Doesn’t matter if it’s a bubble you created or a bubble created for you.
C. L Cunningham
Looking through the looking glass and I still can’t see my future 🔮