At midnight her slippers
did more than disappear.
The fantasized facade fell away
and the eggshells she'd been walking on
returned directly under her feet.
She moved on reluctantly.
The hands of the clock
restarting more than what
they had ended.
Tag: Regrets
2023
Well this has been a year…
These last 360 days have been full of learning experiences and life lessons. I have discovered so much about myself (both good and bad) that will definitely be impacting how I will move forward into this next year. Honestly, it’s been a good one. I’ve got an incredible support system of family and friends in my life and I’ve gotten to do some pretty amazing things.
I do have a few regrets (as most of us probably do), but no painstaking ones. In reality though… I think they were all things that will lead to positive changes in the next year for me. So maybe I don’t actually regret most of them.
I have discovered parts of me that I don’t necessarily enjoy. I think a lot of us have an alter ego or two within us… I found one within some fucked up corner of my soul that I thought made me happy, but ended up being kind of harmful. I basically just discovered more ways to disrespect and exploit myself. I have been known to push the boundaries in my life…. But shit… I kind of went above and beyond a few times. Not the best, healthy version of me. But life lessons and experiences are important… I guess…
I don’t do resolutions at New Year’s… But if I did… I would say that this year I want to love myself wholeheartedly. I want to be able to feel content in my own head (at least most of the time) and trust that I can make myself happy. I just want to prove to myself that I don’t need anyone else’s approval. I still catch myself searching for acceptance and affection from others… when in reality it doesn’t fucking matter.
I’ll work on it I swear.
Anyways… thank you all for sticking with me again this year. I really appreciate the love from the WP community and I am grateful for all the support.
Happy New Year 🙂
-Hal
Regret
Regret hangs like a cloud above me. It overtakes me with nausea as it opens up to expel sour and sickening drops of doom into my pores. It racks my body with waves of heat, forceful and deafening, as it clings and holds and follows... Only parting from me the moment I'm brave enough to face it.
Four Scents
Patchouli,
sandalwood,
musk and
cigarette smoke.
Seemingly
simple scents…
That transport me
right back to you.
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