“If you want to fly, you have to give up the shit that weighs you down” – Toni Morrison
Then, I guess, if I weren't afraid, I'd fly. I would not feel this weight in my heart, these knots in my stomach, experienced everytime I think I'm about to be seen.
If I weren't afraid, I'd be me, I'd stop acting, I'd be honest and truthfull.
I'd be as light as a feather, cause fear is the only thing that is weighting me down.
Once I free myself from fear, I will be able to feel and think freely, and even express myself. I will be the fluid that I know I am, and not the solid trapped by its own contours.
Nice and slow, I am gently learning about Html & Css thanks to
→the themes I can check out on Write.as
→the discussions I have with my Loulou where he explains a lot of things to me.
→the O'Reilly's book on the CSS
→Alsa Créations bien sûr
(Just one of those many Random thought without context I do have sometimes during night)
Sometimes I find myself waking up in midnight crying helpless and holding my pillow tears won't stop falling from my eyes. There's a pain in me and it hurts and I don't know why. Feels like this pain is a part of me or maybe am a part of the pain. A far stretched loneliness clouding my vision and I get covered in this darkness of it. This weird feeling of missing something or someone stays there. This longing and yearning never seems to end. I am a composed person and am calm but right now right here in this four walls I am... Idk what am I? I feel like loosing myself or maybe I have lost myself already and Honestly there's no way to confirm either of it. Why do I feel this way and when exactly it all started is a mystery to me. I am trying to make sense out of it. As soon as the sunlight kisses the earth on its forehead. The world seems to wake up. Everyone going back to their slumber.
I’m searching for the optimal blog service and maybe I have found it in Write.as. But I’m not sure yet. I have a Posthaven blog, a Micro.blog and a blog hosted by Write.as. I like them all, but it’s too much to handle. Still I want to keep them all. My native language is swedish. On my Posthaven blog I only write in swedish. On Micro.blog I’ve been doing both swedish and english and the same for my Write.as blog NDRS.WORK. I write about my life, nothing special. Nothing great for other to read but I like it. And it helps me focus on today. If there are any other multiple blog service users out there I have a question for tou? How are you handling things?
there is no love felt
in the light of a million diodes
and the laughter carried
over a thousand miles of fiber
still cannot fill the room
or be felt in my chest
a constant stream of unicode
tells me we are here together
but my heart tells me