Annelize P
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The world we live in lacks authenticity and everything has become automated, leaving the raw versions of our beautiful human nature as untouched commodities. Take a breather, ground yourself again, and join me on my journey.
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Inked
I never used to like tattoos, neither did I care for those who so brazenly marked themselves with these "art" pieces. It was a crisp winter's morning in August of 2020 and I was busy cleaning the house, picking up little fragments left behind by the children before they went to school. A lost teddy bear, a lonely shoe, a hairbrush, and pyjamas that had the smell of tiny sleepy bodies still clinging to them. Autopilot, one after the other, so deep in thought that I hardly noticed what I was really doing.
By Annelize P9 months ago in Psyche
Those Early morning thoughts
Getting up this morning while the moon was still lazily making his way to the other side of earth, and curling myself up in a blanket on the garden bench with a cup of coffee and my morning smoke, I realized that there is still a war waging in my mind, and that I am still very much circling around the drain, like cloudy bath water, laced with 'outside dirt' and contaminants. Laced with other people's breaths and thoughts, the trails of fingerprints on the small of my back, ever present and unable to leave because they've soaked into the fibers of my being and the roots of who I fundamentally am. I've tried for so long to get rid of them, but all I'm left with is red skin and quiet early mornings.
By Annelize P9 months ago in Motivation
Roots
It's another cold Thursday morning, work eludes me, and as I tinker around in my thoughts the mundane becomes the forgotten. Yesterday was a day of memories, a day of joy, and a day of deep, deep thoughts. I somehow managed to find some very old photographs of myself from when I must have been around 5 years old, and although I had a giggle at the combed hair and cute smile, it soon had me staring at that innocent face and wishing that I could protect that child from the lashings of life.
By Annelize P9 months ago in Psyche
