You think there’s nothing special about your life but every day that you’re alive is a day that has never happened before so quit being so insecure because you’re very existence is spectacular.
The reality of the situation was way beyond me and I’m still in deep shock over the whole thing because I don’t understand how I let the truth go over my head when my head was sky-high in the clouds like it’s always been.
How miraculous it is when you’re realizing that there is a mirror between the universe and your psyche. I saw a ghost and I thought it was real, I had a connection with a boy that I thought was real and whether it was real on the outside or just make-believe this haunted experience had a real impact on me so to come up with the title without even thinking about how that metaphor mirrored my psychological making became another “a-ha” moment where I knew God was with me and without a doubt I know He was partaking in my journey. These synchronicities don’t happen every now and then they happen all the time, it’s just a matter of recognizing them.
She is afraid of what it means to be admired in the physical way. And what does it mean to be a public display? The glitter and glamour of all of the fame or will she succumb to the pressure to hide away? What does it mean to be successful in this day and age when all your words are picked apart and everyone has a say? Because her words are her art but the public could always manipulate the words from her heart. Oh but how dare they? How dare you have an agenda, to destroy what others make? How dare you burn the books when you don’t like a phrase? How dare you take this world and demand it revolve around your name? Because we are all artists with a freedom to create and to censor what becomes popular will only lead to a world of heartache. Yes she’s afraid of making it to the mainstream but that’s a risk she’ll take because every story needs to be seen.
For the past few years the only thing that got rid of my writer’s block was when you’d go and pissed me off so now that you’re dead and gone I’m struggling to remember how to start. How do I write a piece from my heart without getting your image involved? Because you were the one to break me apart and I know that contradicts my thoughts that I’m trying to write about moving on but it’s way too damn hard not to end this with a vicious remark a quick fuck you for affecting my art and a quick thank you for making me your pawn because that sick game you called my fault made a hell of a good poetic plot.
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“Undergraduate physics student, Jef Sterling, has done enough textbook reading to know that the universe is home to countless mind-blowing discoveries. But Jef never expected one of those discoveries to be the mind of an obsessive compulsive writer sharing the same campus as him. After reading a poem by Lacey Parker about her personal struggle with OCD, Jef’s highly rational brain fixates on uncovering the mysteries held captive in Lacey’s highly irrational brain. Throughout the course of a school year these two students exchange ideas that merge science with art, reality with fantasy, and physical phenomena with mental phenomena. While learning from one another Jef makes it his mission to make sense of Lacey’s nonsensical disorder and all of its incredible ironies; how she lives by the notion of feeling everything emotionally but dreads feeling anything physically, how her mind lives to protect as it gradually wreaks destruction, and most paradoxically how both Lacey’s most rewarding qualities and most detrimental flaws manifest from the same brain. In Touch by Valerie Parente is a realistic fiction novel alive with intellectual discussion, mental strife, heartache, and anecdotal insight into the cognitive confines of obsessive compulsive disorder.”
When a million red flags aligned I chose to be colorblind because it’s easier when your sight can only register black or white. Two extremes to choose between until a rainbow had to intervene.
When she reflects on her behavior she sees her full figure a girl who longed to be the healer of someone as dear as a stranger a person who liked to treat her like she was just a feature of what he saw in the mirror until he found someone weaker whose insecurity stroked his ego deeper and now she couldn’t see it any clearer that this hellish pain is what freed her.