To Learn

I must learn, through life.

"If it's easy am I doing it right?"

Does it matter?

 

Nature

We were mot meant for classification—nothing was.

It doesn't just fit

into neat little boxes or

boxes within boxes, some walled off and others

connected with tunnels and red yarn.

 

Confidence

I now see—

what they say.

I can believe—

in myself—my voice, my body, my mind.

I can appreciate—

and, finally,

love myself.

 

Place, Liminal Space

Lily sat alone—hear down, but watching. They had sent her here the day before, and she'd done much of nothing all last evening. Now, eyes weary yet unable to rest, Lily picked at rubbery eggs as the others chatted. There was even one girl reading a book. Even though that girl wasn't actively socializing, Lily had seen her do so last evening. Plus, she at least had a book. Lily had asked about books that night after lying awake for what felt for hours. Apparently, she had to have brought her own—Lily had arrived with nothing but hospital scrubs. They probably had her old clothes somewhere, but ehe hadn't brought any books—that wasn't even a thought.

Lily hugged her unsleeved arms close, not hungry—she hadn't had an appetite lately, and the food didn't help. Lily didn't want to be here, but she didn't have much of a choice. She wanted to at least talk to some of the others—it might help time pass quicker. However, she... found it very difficult. It's not like they'd hear her, anyway. And if she couldn't think of anything to say?

Lily had to try. If she was going to survive this place, and do so when she got out, she'd need to actually do something—especially if the people here wouldn't.

 

Note: my handwriting is messy and these are all handwritten so some words I couldn't/am too tired to figure out so and I can't remember yeah..

In a World

Without all society, we

could not classify us as one

this that, but

just one with a quality—behaviour.

 

In a world like that we'd

have a different experience and

no carr of suppressors, only

eccentrics and "old bugs."

We'd have no care and no understanding but

every thought and action and

way of life,

wouldn't be seen as—defined as—

something abnormal, when

I believe we are all insane.

 

Dark World

The world is dark—a

silent alley in perpetual night silence, or

a silent night broken by shouts and cries of anguish,

cries for help that fall on deaf ears—

deaf from their owner's own cries.

 

Light World

The world is a light place—a

silent field and a summer afternoon bliss, or

laughter and chatter from friends and from lovers,

sound that you can close your eyes and drift to,

or join in and forget.

 

Grey World

The world is a grey place—a

numbing loop where time has no meaning, and

the fog is too thick in your mind to break free,

fog you don't notice, for it had always been there,

fog that obscures as you walk off the edge.

 

Simply joyous!

- Lily