Kinda Like

I need to get it out

All the earthquakes and volcanic eruptions

Nestled beneath the surface

I can’t simmer

And stew

I have to be honest with me

About my own feelings

So they don’t control me

Maybe it will help you be honest with yourself too

But I’m definitely not doing this for you

This honesty, this truth baring

It’s a completely selfish act

Kinda like masturbation

-Saschia

Finger Tips

the sadness

 

the moments I freeze in fear

palms on my thighs

 

the moments I lose myself in emotion

to protect my tribe

 

they are all me

pieces that will evolve

and die

and come back to life

 

the smile I can’t wipe from my face

the way I act like it’s a whole new world

when I fall in love

that is me

 

A collection of those who loved me

and a collection of those who had no idea how

 

❤ Saschia

 

 

Hans Andersen Brindekilde

Hans Andersen Brindekilde

Worn Out or Udlsidt

Aka Working Class

This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth. And how work tends to drive us there much quicker than we are prepared for. The way she holds him it seems as if he’s someone close to her heart. Oh, how I can relate to her emotions here.

I’m wondering your opinions.

I am Dorthy’s Defense Mechanism

Dorthey has to fight the villain inside her. She tries to stay focused on growth and not letting others bring her down. But sometimes she gets down, real down. She wants to drag her enemies to the depths of hell. Introduce them her friend, Death and fill their bellies with the greatest pleasures in life. She wants to leave them stranded and lonely waiting for someone to just. come. and. love. them. The place she was. The way she was. And sometimes she loses control and she stoops. She stoops and she feels like she’s let herself down every time she does. She never wants another human to feel the physical and emotional pain she’s gone through. But she clinches her fists and grits her teeth at times, praying for vengeance from above and below. Then she thinks, you know what, they may never realize the pain they caused. They may never take the time to learn their own soul. Their own magnificent inner being. Now that, is the true heartbreak. And that is when she reels herself back in and remembers that in another life, in another dimension, she made the same mistake. Even if it would have never been in this lifetime. That thought slacks her jaw and releases her shoulders. This is her growth. This is a snapshot inside a human mind attempting to grow from every circumstance. This is her truth.