willpower & painless days

wanderwoman craves for peace and rest

rotate clockwise

beg and cry

one step forward two steps back

 

 

 

 

the soul shut down first, now comes the body

cnt think about anything else but the pain

the back, the head, the chest

mouth, feet and throat

the heart

the crying, the sadness, the unbearable disorganization, the extremely worrying sound of every thought

the stress, the unfocused thinking pattern

the mind is next

 

 

anxiety me hizo atiborrarme de láminas de bitter y ... now what... can't always be in this weird lovely kind of mood, you know. pensó mientras curly eyelashes recordaban a garfield frente a lasagna eyes... as everyone knows, life's kindof fuckedup these days. so what. i did. i sms for no reason. for nothing. just for the drunk part of it.

nowwhat... i'm not scared at all. i'm not worried at all. i'm not me at all.

 

 

stop trying

nor you or me

can take back time

ChANgE

is noW

a

MUsT

 

 

 

disminuir el paso, pensaba. subir las defensas, bajar el ritmo, focus on and in oneself. stay calm. keep your dreams and -most of all- your breath. in case i need it when i'm older, justificaba. estos propósitos venían de escuchar a la gente, que entusiasma y asusta. mi abuela está llena de recuerdos, recordaba. llena de palabras muy bien aprendidas, de refranes, de citas, de historias, de resignaciones, de juicios graves relativizados, de causas perdidas. conoce tanto a todos, ha visto tanto de todos. que no hace otra cosa que maravillarse de todo lo que no conoce. careing hurts and comforts. careing is nice. careing is creepy.

las relaciones interpersonales familiares son a complex issue. llenas de antónimos en las etiquetas de cada analogía. voodoogirl miró al espejo y agradeció que no sea christmass time or mother's day for a while. mind the music and the steps on this rollercoaster feeling.

all the weekend she couldn't stop the worries. even when she knew what she had to do to stop them.

isn't that a problem? isn't that a way of always having and keeping the problem? isn't that a way to make it permanent?

nor pepermint tea or all the body shop could fix this. not today. not tonite.

but tomorrow is another day and voodoogirl counts on that anyway.

 

 

 

i'm not scared at all, she said and something inside herself laughed.

life isn't that long. a bad dream doesn't fuckitall. nightmare girl decided to move on from herself.

feeling weird -but in a good way- she started to plan her next step. dream desingn 4.1 is available now!

doubtless she bought it. download complete.

a fresh start for the week.

 

 

after a night of stress, voodoogirl realized she had already been there. every feeling, every idea, all this confusion, all this selfdoubt. this isn't leading anywhere. i must not be attached to what i don't have. i must not be attached at all. i must let all this go.

 

certainties are difficult to process, though. questions locked in her mind still move around. regrets, resentfull nods, heartburn, broken heart. why bother. why this. why now. letting go is a tricky complex painful rusty thing. but it must be done. soon. better now. the sooner, the better. better now than ever. better yet, right now.

 

choose the most recent version with new applications for different platforms. execute. install. 

 

 

voodoogirl was excited. this was her first one. tonite and on.

after a few insights of her own, she noticed herself. was it? will it? will i? will be? won't it? wouldn't i?

it is here now. not just for today, but for tomorrow.

i'll be fine.

 

voodoogirl just looks around, speachless.

the lack of sound was comforting and gave her the idea of emptyness, but there she was wrong... again.