Chronically Healing Through Writing

Thoughts of the end -so through a pen I share rawfully honest thoughts. Thoughts about my relationship with chronic pain. Thoughts about the fantasies of romantic love , and the agony when this illusion disappears. The goal is to learn from my own journey through words.

Month: May, 2017

Matches 

I light my bowl with incense. I turn on the stove, burn the incense, and light up. Not for anything supernatural ; I just don’t play with matches. The message  I took from my parents.  Why? Well when I decided to play with fire I was burned instantly.  So I learned my lesson early on.

I didn’t listen to every piece of advice though. They also told me “not to talk to boys” 

“Don’t let them touch you”

Well…

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I remember smiling so hard outside of a bedroom. I mean… enjoying his company throughout every inch of the earth. Happy… Just happy to have conversation outside of pillow talk. Less bull shit. The environment of lust did not cloud our thoughts. We wholeheartedly enjoyed one another. Listening, laughing, gazing, and just being ourselves. I miss that.

https://lizisarealist.wordpress.com/2016/12/19/mourning-a-ghoster/