A Journal / thought - blog by Doxy

Guess I understand when you’re afraid. I am a little too it seems like it’s a struggle paying attention to things that make me happy february 20th 6am

And there is me,

More connected to a screen 

Than me,

A being 

-A living thing

When suffusing under the palm of a partner you only macerate under the impression that everything\ you could ever need ever want that fulfillment is in some way in part to them. That is an illusion and the only thing tying you to another is decaying traditionalism. You are the only thing only thing that is constantly in your swinging bright sway.

What do you think of the internet, why do you think books are so expensive what do you think of the government what do you think of media entertainment what do you do with this spoon fed kid

To all the girls 

Who were told 

That beauty, was nothing more,

Than an outside viewers spectacle.

Your skin is perfect,

Your bones are hand crafted.

No matter what it is on top.

There is nothing more ugly 

Nothing more tragic and flawed In life than to think,

These things matter, 

in any proximity 

To your strength, moral, intelligence And fearlessness.

The genuine human grace

That drapes your ancestors,

Your shining glory of truth. 

All of the veracities of your soul,

Create an unhinged, 

Unapologetic rise 

Each morning.

A computer with no back button 

Milk in a flower jug,

Sneakers from a blue thief 

A closeted woman in silk cases,

And a teacup on the window.

This is to girls 

Who had to figure it out 

All on your own, 

How to talk to a man 

Without feeling hallow and insecure 

How to love another person,

In the way you were denied.

Rejection is pain and life stems from that,

So all your joy is doubled more 

Than most can keep track 

Please continue to love and fight 

Even when you feel disconnected 

And want to cling to older nights.

“Innevitability”

I hope you never feel 

Like your age is connected to your beauty 

As if your body is functioning along side 

The corners of your mind and soul.

Here are two ideals like noon and sun

Work seamlessly together,

But deliver a different purpose. 

Your inner core works to bring out light 

And the vessel is is a reminder of 

what that bright seed, holds in 

bounds for as long as it can.

Baby steps so indifferent 

And there was pull

But none permanent.

Everlasting night 

Deep seated reclusion

You have shared so much space,

Benefiting in the most rough 

Toweled ways – still soft and on the edge of so much.

I love 80s-00s stop-motion 

Free you spirit with the same imagination you once used to imprison 

“Old people are beautiful af; fantasizing physical youth is lack luster”

Can we start making rockstars out of philosophers and shit that actually matters?

“Fine lines”

Realism, versatility 

Within a simple emersion,

A break through is holding place.

“To be honest life is boring when things are easy”

How many moons 

For good reason

Knowledge comes at a strange price, pay it and benefit 

“Still and still”