iamcreature

iamcreature

Pieces of me, a glimpse into my mind, see through my eyes, embrace the creature inside.

I have come to a place in my life where I can no longer hide, I have learnt and un-learnt, I have lived a thousand lives. I have to speak my mind. I need to know if you can see through my eyes.

Here you can read into my mind, to see life through a witch’s eye, to hear a sirens cry.

Sometimes I feel like my mind has a mind of it’s own, and then that one has another mind of it own, and that one has another mind of its own.

I am learning that everything is a cycle, like the sun and my moon; my energy and motivation. It all comes and goes, work with the flow, take the highs with the lows.

the creature

For me my creature has never been shy, that little voice you hear, I feel burning inside.

I’ve always wondered how real she is for you as she is for me, it’s such a powerful thing the way she can take over I can literally feel her come through my skin.

My divine feminine how misguided many are to fully embrace your dark energy.

my thoughts are your dreams and you still cannot grasp my mind, to see through my eyes, to embrace your creature inside .

I am walking through with open arms, I am walking who I am meant to be.

This isn’t your normal love story . This is my experience but not alone .

I believe we all suffer in our own ways but connected simultaneously. A different pace and story though the depths we feel aren’t in solitude.

How connected are we all really? I took a deep breath as my third eye opened and envisioned a gust of wind blow through a long grassed meadow. This made me think of how each and every interaction and feeling is expressed elsewhere, I love you here so that someone else can hate me there.

you’re not just the light, you are my dark. you’ve been me you are me you test me. is this me? finally my true self comes up and out through you. i am you. are you me?

You don’t need to understand me, you don’t have to do anything. There’s another world inside ones self and through it I can connect to everything .

is it recognition or an alignment? or is it both? or is the alignment the recognition or do you recognise the alignment?

I get stuck on the fantasy of romance. I’ve never felt so alive and so dead.

we scar through lifetimes. this feeling I have knowing what could be isn’t for us to see for we are not meant to be as we have already been.

the twist in direction from chasing perfection ignoring angels direction throwing self into the depths of deception.

she cut her own heart out and forced him to devour it, as she looked upon his face lightly and licked her blood off his chin.

love is poison. the small sounds of love you make echo throughout my minds eye. my riddled brain making mistakes for your perfectly worded lies. torn into two you split me through, knowing exactly what you do feeling no remorse for anything you put me through. how do you find the words I love you. a chemical reaction that’s a poison within you.

A forbidden love that was worth the discovering with the most unexpected uncovering. A world made of the purest fire and the most healing waters with the strongest of natures obstacles.

How cruel life to be to contract these connections with the intentions to disconnect. What a challenge smiled upon. How silly of me.

I can hear myself laughing.