I've been extra quiet and distant everywhere lately.
I 'overloaded' pretty badly, that thing where my mind feels like its suffocating from humans and anxiety overwhelms me. Took me a while to get my head on a little straighter this time.
Problem is, people who know you want to know what's wrong and I
don't want/need/am unsure how to explain.
I just need to get alone in the shadows and work it out myself; intellect vs. darker desires. People start to feel very intrusive, without really trying.
People don't understand that I tolerate them; It's like being an alien in an itchy, clunky costume. I need a break. I have to take it off and let my tail and antennae out in private. I need to breathe and just be me (which is far more than me).
I'm a burden that I don't want to inflict on anyone.
Suddenly, everything is gibberish again; I'm exhausted from translating.
I'm not certain what it is exactly -- a clash in the subconscious? It has every right to be frustrated and pissed off and intrude into my daily life. It doesn't get to play near as often as it used to.
My distance is me trying to protect people: "Don't get near this", "Turn around and go back", "I am listening to the warped, blessed, awful song of oblivion and I will hurt you if you try to take me away from its entrancing melody".
The one they can't hear and if they could it would scare them anyway.
I'm used to the view.
I like it.
It never lies.















Devious Comments
I hope this is no longer a frequent thought of yours because you are nothing short of amazing and the thoughts you introduce to others are fascinating and interesting, a great reflection of who you are.
And on a lighter note, you totally pulled worser off. It makes me think of the book I'm reading where this one character, Amy's grandfather Pappy plays with her and Michael in Scrabble, and the only reason anyone should play that game is to make up words, and I don't know, it seemed sweet somehow, and very true, because what's a game if you can't be silly and enjoy yourself? *sounds like a loser, I know*
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I'm sorry, but I just can't see Bill Nye the Science Guy having sex. I think he reproduces by budding.
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He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale, and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
-Thomas Andrews, Titanic (1997)
You're good at that, at turning pain into beauty. It's a rare gift.
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Sine aliquid dementia, nullus Phoebus.
I barely expected anyone to identify with this. I've never shared it for very good reasons, but that comment just blew me away. I mean that. Thank you.
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
What you say is the thoughtful sort of thing you so often take the time to say. And I believe it. ~Piscaria above said something similar. Every one of someone like this makes the oblivion easier to resist. I'd never want you to really understand it.
How did the dictionary put it? Ah yes, "unconventional" - that's what "worser" was. Suits.
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
Yes, Ive been censoring myself with you. I write an answer and click close on Word and never send it. I should just stop looking. Ive been trying.
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I did not really expect anyone to like or understand this, I barely do, it simply is and it was something I felt like exposing that day, while going through old journal entries. It's an element of myself - dark side of the moon; yin and yang. My soul is a mixture of mercury and lead. Art is a good way to express such difficult things.
If you are 'brutally honest' with others then you must allow them to be 'brutally honest' with you, that's a two-edged sword, therefor you're hesitation may be warranted. Think how the same words you would express would affect you, in fact, consider how they apply to you. If you're having a difficult day, this is not the time or place to air that please (I would say that to anyone). However, if I've moved someone thusly, I suppose that's a good sign. Art should move people, sometimes that is in ways they don't like.
There is a section of writing before this and a chunk afterward, this is only a excerpt, a sliver - this specific incident crept up on me at school earlier this year. It used to happen at workplaces too. There is...so much inside me that I am made to feel doesn't belong or is strange. Look what a mere sliver can trigger. This is why it is usually hidden, but I bore of hiding. This was a...step of sorts. Yeah, I just wanted to do this. Although...it's not really a big deal either. Just words. Thoughts. Meaningless if believed so.
Sensitive people absorb, for artists it is essential but dangerous. You understand this. I have had a great deal of negativity thrown at me, a back log, I have watched repeatedly while things I loved were twisted into barbed wire and shoved into me. I learned to like the wire, I see that I am warped now. With each cut, I bleed and there is less of what there was when I was innocent. People, places, things...talents. I still struggle to hold on to the innocence. That is apparent in my personality too. I see it.
Further, my own body betrays me, or doesn't, if I believe that it is an extension of me. I find mind and spirit. You may understand this too. And I've exposed my struggles to resolve my conflicts with humanity by going back to my very roots, my family. It's why in a world of inflated independence, I did that. I have the strongest sense of déjà vu at the moment.
This statement is an abstraction of being human, it is when a compassionate person has been pushed too far - it is when I can't turn my extra abilities off anymore or they've been repressed or wounded too much. My reaction may be unique, programmed into my psyche, but the feeling in general I think is not.
There is more I can't explain, that's all I can say for now. Treasures have curses, curses have treasures. Siamese twins. Infinity.
Or maybe I'm full of a lot of bullshit. I'd love that actually. I tell myself that all the time.
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No, I don't recommend that other's look/listen at this view. Turn away, I think that's the natural reaction.
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
Opps, sorry, I wasn't supposed to answer, was I?
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はじめまして! Artist, Writer/Poet, Photographer, traditional medium mostly, anime, sci-fi and the bizarre.
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