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6/7/08
She was feeding off of someone's negative emotions, but being surrounded by people she couldn't pinpoint who it was coming from. She didn't want to admit that it could be coming from within herself. She was tired, but she wasn't in a place where she could sleep. There were six other people in the room, all of which were in good spirits. Most were playing Halo. The room was filled with shots, explosions, and a mixture of laughter and frustrated words from the players and the spectators.
She yawned, exhausted. She had gotten little sleep, woke early, worked hard, played long, and swam for a couple of hours. She had every right to be exhausted. She decided to come to terms with the fact that the phone call had struck deeper than she had wanted to admit. Now that she was tired she didn't have the energy to ignore all the emotions the call had brought, and they all came up at once. It had been awhile since she had been called by someone who had attempted suicide recently without her knowing. Suicide......the word itself brought up images and thoughts and emotions that made her stomach turn. If someone called her BEFORE they tried it would be different, so very different; but after...she was glad the girl had called but inside it didn't make her feel any better.
She intermittently watched the game and wrote to keep herself awake, and distracted. This was not the time nor the place for dealing with her emotions. In the end she decided to stretch out on the couch with her man where she could feel comfy and safe until she had to dream again.....
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6/8/08
Her day was amazing. She had spent it with one of her favorite people (her man) doing one of her favorite activities (taking random pictures of nature). She got on the computer with the intention of working fast and getting to bed no later than 10:30. It was midnight.......
She shook her head and yaaaaaaaawned. She had found out that she had been partially empathing negativity the evening before, but only partially (which she had come to terms with...ish). Sometimes being an empath was frustrating, but she knew that, with practice, she would be able to control it better and learn how to separate her emotions from those of others. Tonight had been one of those frustrating nights....
She had been on the computer (imagine that) talking with one of her angels. Suddenly she was hit with an extremely negative vibe. "I have to go" the words appeared and she knew the answer before she asked the question, but she asked anyways. "are you ok?" "No......" she swore silently to herself. "I was hoping I was wrong. Whats goin on?" A friend had died, someone she didn't know...
Tears were streaming down her face before she even realized she was crying. She held back sobs, keeping silent so as to not scare the others in the room. She slowly calmed herself down, knowing she had to get control of herself fast. She did enough to stop the tears and act normal, although within she was screaming. She knew she had shed tears that her friend probably would not be able to cry herself, but she still needed to stop. Eventually she was herself again, although she was extremely worried until she talked again to her eldest angel.
That had been almost 2 hours ago...and she was fine. She shook her head again and glared at the always moving time recorder. Sometimes she wished she could freeze the seconds and keep them for herself.......but some dreams were meant to be lost. She yawned one last time as she snuggled up under the warm covers and drifted off into a sleep filled with dreams she prayed she wouldn't remember.
She was feeding off of someone's negative emotions, but being surrounded by people she couldn't pinpoint who it was coming from. She didn't want to admit that it could be coming from within herself. She was tired, but she wasn't in a place where she could sleep. There were six other people in the room, all of which were in good spirits. Most were playing Halo. The room was filled with shots, explosions, and a mixture of laughter and frustrated words from the players and the spectators.
She yawned, exhausted. She had gotten little sleep, woke early, worked hard, played long, and swam for a couple of hours. She had every right to be exhausted. She decided to come to terms with the fact that the phone call had struck deeper than she had wanted to admit. Now that she was tired she didn't have the energy to ignore all the emotions the call had brought, and they all came up at once. It had been awhile since she had been called by someone who had attempted suicide recently without her knowing. Suicide......the word itself brought up images and thoughts and emotions that made her stomach turn. If someone called her BEFORE they tried it would be different, so very different; but after...she was glad the girl had called but inside it didn't make her feel any better.
She intermittently watched the game and wrote to keep herself awake, and distracted. This was not the time nor the place for dealing with her emotions. In the end she decided to stretch out on the couch with her man where she could feel comfy and safe until she had to dream again.....
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6/8/08
Her day was amazing. She had spent it with one of her favorite people (her man) doing one of her favorite activities (taking random pictures of nature). She got on the computer with the intention of working fast and getting to bed no later than 10:30. It was midnight.......
She shook her head and yaaaaaaaawned. She had found out that she had been partially empathing negativity the evening before, but only partially (which she had come to terms with...ish). Sometimes being an empath was frustrating, but she knew that, with practice, she would be able to control it better and learn how to separate her emotions from those of others. Tonight had been one of those frustrating nights....
She had been on the computer (imagine that) talking with one of her angels. Suddenly she was hit with an extremely negative vibe. "I have to go" the words appeared and she knew the answer before she asked the question, but she asked anyways. "are you ok?" "No......" she swore silently to herself. "I was hoping I was wrong. Whats goin on?" A friend had died, someone she didn't know...
Tears were streaming down her face before she even realized she was crying. She held back sobs, keeping silent so as to not scare the others in the room. She slowly calmed herself down, knowing she had to get control of herself fast. She did enough to stop the tears and act normal, although within she was screaming. She knew she had shed tears that her friend probably would not be able to cry herself, but she still needed to stop. Eventually she was herself again, although she was extremely worried until she talked again to her eldest angel.
That had been almost 2 hours ago...and she was fine. She shook her head again and glared at the always moving time recorder. Sometimes she wished she could freeze the seconds and keep them for herself.......but some dreams were meant to be lost. She yawned one last time as she snuggled up under the warm covers and drifted off into a sleep filled with dreams she prayed she wouldn't remember.
Literature
Home
Dear you
You probably don't know
I wrote about you yesterday
and the day before that.
But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher
I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home.
Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around.
I woke up this morning with a
Literature
Not Yet
I’m on the cliff of success
But too afraid to take the plunge
The rough water scares me
And the ground is the only home I know
I admit I am afraid of change
Though most my friends
Have left this place
I still alone stand on this cliff
The last one left
Feeling stiff
Not one muscle moves
Neither eye blinks
The winds are strong
My legs are tired
But I remain standing here
peering over the edge of my cliff
knowing one day I’ll have to make a move
but I suppose just not yet
Literature
Nocte
Hiding from the beast,
From tree to tree,
Running in the dark,
I tell myself such things,
Slow- so it won't find you,
Breath.
These fires have scorched far and wide,
Leaving the scent of my former cinders to linger in my head,
Like some bad bender,
Warped memories encircling grey,
The ground is made of shattered glass,
Broken dreams.
No lilies remain,
To any kingdom I run,
In mirrors of liquid glass,
Surrealist battles are won,
And like fear,
The spider crawled from my mouth.
They are sedating everything,
Brush pixilated,
Focus changing,
Leaving me to run in the dark,
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Hiding in the calm.
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half written on the 7th on paper...the rest added onto here once typed...
yes mac............this one....-hugs tight- love you
yes mac............this one....-hugs tight- love you
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especially on top of my own. but its alright, much more controlled now