kagablog

WOW!

This image is so significant to me - it is my rebirth into ME….
i have recently realised that the only person you have to be happy with to be happy is you… no one else out there can fulfill that - and if you cannot accept you who else will…
This is me being reborn… describing life flowing back into ME… the woman I am… the woman I will always be…
I am happy and am fulfilling myself!

We blow all….
for a moment that only happens for a brief moment… not always even in flesh.
We get addicted - even to people or punishment… or to other things such as drink, smoke, drugs… even emotional pain…
We blow life… away… if we do not realise in time… or if we deny our realities…
How come I believe that relationships and life should be a certain way when that is not reality. Am I delusional or am I a blower??? I do not understand most of the times what the universe throws at me… but I learn… Is that all we are here to do though? To learn lessons? Or are we here to be fulfilled and love life? I do not know!

The word Tensegrity is a most appropriate definition, because it is a mixture of two terms, tension and integrity: terms which connote the two driving forces of the magical passes…
…the emphasis of the magical passes has to be on their value as movements, and all the consequences that such movements bring forth.

- Carlos Castaneda -

Momentary Madness (as defined by Eyeriz): A giddy crazed state of being your absolute core self… Usually combined with the sensual devouring of all things yummy…
The effect can last from mere seconds to sometimes days.
Other symptoms include: fits of laughter, the urge to kiss and be kissed… eureka moments and just plain being so freaken happy you want to bounce around like a bunny…

by past and bygone memories
my hair was ripped and pulled back
my face
beaten
against
a wall
equally red
*my favorite color*

I was pushed
away
aside

like a spent whore
slut
ho
girl
child

I was left

I shall rise once more
in flames of glory
from ashes
from dawn

I am me
I am me
I am just me

My memories of the future
Are vague and getting vaguer
It’s a frightening thought:

If I forget what’s going to happen tomorrow

Tomorrow
might
never
happen!

i am a sad
little
girl
scared of man
scared of the sun
scared of the world
lost
lonely
…
god i love this mask

we twist and we turn
around and around
never really becoming one
always spiraling
forth
back
down
up