Friday, November 20, 2015

on distraction

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sometimes you try really really hard to think of anything else but

but your mind always draws you back to that one place

some people, places, events, memories are far too difficult and far too unwieldy to just place carefully in a box and push to the back of your consciousness

some memories refuse to be boxed up
they overflow, they spill out
demanding to be recognized
demanding to be relived
over and over and over again

it doesn't matter that it hurts
it doesn't matter that it makes you cry
and cry and cry and cry

some of the hardest memories bring back bad habits with them
ones you thought you left behind
ones you tried so hard to keep in the past
one slip-up 
that's all it takes

but all of this is ultimately good
hurting might be painful but at least it's feeling
expressing those feelings is a good thing
no matter who or what tells you
"don't-" or
"just be-"

sometimes it's important to remind yourself that feeling real feelings is okay
and expressing those feelings is even better

and so i write cards and letters to the ones i love
i take photos and begin personal projects which make me feel better
i talk to the few good ones who talk back
sometimes only listen which
can help even more

anything to
make me feel like i'm still moving
still breathing

i dream but i'm still real
this is real

distraction is temporary
feelings last longer


photos below are of things i liked from a recent trip to chicago
stained glass windows by chagall at the art institute
the winter garden at harold washington library
good light + food at the allis at soho house
sunny morning hang-outs on the balcony of my airbnb
golden peacefulness at lincoln park conservatory
best breakfast + coffee of the trip at caffe streets
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2 comments:

  1. Such beautiful words and photos, Em - perfect thing to read earlier this morning while waking up + drinking my coffee. <3

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    1. Aw, so so glad you liked them. It means a lot to me that you did. Love forever <3

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