The Shifting Skies Lena had always loved the mornings, especially when the sun was still soft, casting golden light through the window as she sipped her coffee. But today, the warmth of the sun seemed to mock her. She stared at the steam rising from her cup, feeling the coldness in her chest that no amount of heat could chase away. The darkness that had clouded her mind for days was lifting, but there was a strange aftertaste, like the remnants of a storm that hadn’t quite passed. It had been a rough few weeks. She’d been sinking into a pit of despair, unable to get out of bed, too exhausted to even open her eyes for more than a few hours at a time. She hadn't been able to focus on work, her friends' messages piling up unanswered, and the world outside her apartment felt like it belonged to someone else. The weight of nothingness had been suffocating. Then, just like that, the storm had changed. One night, she went to bed exhausted, her mind still foggy and slow, and woke up the ne

Life floating) Dissappear into oblivion. Blast off into space. I feel a deep sense of not belonging. I am no warrior or strong headed ram. I am one with nature and feel a strong connection to the deeper meaning. Not the artificial flavors. As we go through life we feel love, hate and, confusion. We are one. Sometimes thinking about the meaning of life is a repetitive cycle of disappointment and regret. We don't need to search when the answers lie within. We truly know how it feels to be alive. Tranquility is so far out reach but yet so very close. We are born with love, are we not? Not everyone has that luxury.. we are born without a soul who truly loves us and, that's a harsh reality some humans have to face. So we learn to cope and overcome that wondering who will he our higher power. Or we look upon ourselves but yet, feel so lonely. We don't want city lights or predominant politicians. The sheep head to the wolves blindly. Have you ever heard of something so ..................

Hopeless woman struggling to stay afloat. Trying to navigate life with limited skills but, wondering why it is so important to be conformed to the real world. Isolated and afraid of stepping outside of her own head in fear of the world spitting her out onto the pavement. It's a cruel world for stay at home mothers. We do so much but never feel like we have achieved anything because we are not being paid. Meanwhile we are doing 1000 things each day. Not perfectly but effectively. As the days go by, she wonders who will actually take the time to understand how her mind works. It feels so lonely trying to sit with the burden alone and having to hold back every single intense emotion with a chaotic life of fulfilling needs but, never fulfilling your own. What can I accomplish with this intense burden? Who will give me a second glance when I am ran by my feelings. 100 racing thought. 200 sleepless nights wondering what CAN happen. Who am I? What can I be? Where will.. hmmmmmmmm