Dream Dark Stories

Tag: feelings

  • Day One Hundred & Fifty, May 29th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I had a tift with my spouse, and since I started a new regiment of medications and started seeing a mental health professional I’m feeling steady, I’m feeling reassured, and I have a sense of foundation when I speak as of late. Doesn’t mean I’m fully put together or anything but my arguments are sound, for the most part and they are not tied to an emotional sense, they’re tied to logic and I think this is a good thing. However, I’m finding that this relationship is something that calls for a tentative handling. My patience needs to be shown, my voice limited, and still the 80/20 is applied. 😮‍💨

    I shared this playlist beneath with a family member and though I understood their point, they said there’s something very sad about the music. I don’t know when I feel like a lot of my writing kind of depicts a good story of somebody that is a bit broken, struggling for grasping love and trying to find a good balance of finding myself while also making sure that I apply being there for her and my son. I’m tired, and I have my infusion tomorrow.

    I truly hope you enjoy the music. Again this is very much something special and dear to me these are very personal songs that I listen to casually and regularly

    C’est La Vie

    Enjoi, these are the personal ones, the close to the heart ones, I hope you enjoy, truly.  Have a beautiful day, stay safe, stay sound.

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. May your life tonight go on into the bliss of the night, the coming day and wondrous future for you and yours.

    NOSCE TE IPSUM

  • Day Seventy, March 10th, 2024

    Hi-ho and hello.

    I don’t know if my friend John or my cousin Laura who essentially is his wife now, if either of them read anything that I post on here. It’s not that I want him to it’s not that I don’t want him to it’s more or less I don’t want him to think that I’m taking him for granted taking advantage of him or using him.

    I don’t know why but over the weekend him and I met we talked for a little bit honestly it was rather brief. I say that but of course his daughter was heading down from springs and was going to be hanging out and having a nice little kind of weekend time with John and the family. But for some reason shortly after I got back home I started to feel guilty. And I don’t know why. The thing is what I was initially hired for when I first met John was to communicate figure out what he was wanting with the Memoirs and start helping kind of curate his design. The biggest thing I’ve tried to do since meeting John is one maintaining a voice for creating something that wasn’t there, and an editing to how he is to convey what he wants to share.

    At times we converse like friends, other times we converse like work partners, but for some reason doing this, doing the poetry, telling the stories that I’m also trying to produce here, there is a tiny tinge of guilt.

    I do not know why that is, and the last few days I search within the reasons I carry guilt, decisions I have made that result in guilt, and take to scratching my head. Is it a concept we’ve let religion somewhat force to our beings?

    The gentleman and I are gentle with our words and when communicating over the memoirs and life we tend to enjoy one another and the conversations. So why the guilt? I cherish him, the respect he shows, the talks we have and I hope to still have with him encourage a wanting to strive for my own niche.

    Again I don’t know, I’d love to have an answer for the guilt that still follows, maybe I’ll get my thumb on it and pull it from myself eventually, or maybe a Shakabuku to the mind will be all that’s needed.

    Shakabuku: Def. – a swift and hefty kick to the head that alters one’s reality forever.

    Maybe we all need that time and again to help reassure our aim, help rectify our beings and the model we call us.

    With what has been talked about recently here in focus and aim, I do hope to bring a balance to knowing and being okay with not knowing, with a striving to be something better. Whether for life, others, self, or just being a decent human seems to be a good goal. Why not right?

    C’est la vie

    Good night and good morning, good morning and good night readers.

    Nosce Te Ipsum