Projecting like a cinema wall… When life punches you, it pushes us too… Life is such my darling, we take turns in crying… When will you learn to stop projecting your crap on us like a cinema wall? I know it upsets you that we see through your bullshit? No, we aren’t witches, just observant …
Author Archives: Muni_Mar
Just keep going
You are so hung up on a version of me that no longer represents me. And you rather drag me there instead of seeing how I have blossomed. It’s not me it’s you!.. It’s your lack of access to my thoughts that terrifies you! You fill in the gap with made-up stories…we don’t all go …
Glass or not
I was bare feet on a chair, my eyes caught something flashing on the floor I lifted my feet in response to seeing it. See, I have stepped on smashed glass a few times, so my feet went on protection mode. On a closer look, it was a piece of plastic. Sure it won’t cut …
Carpe Diem
What is a past? There is only the child who stumbled around until she learned to walk who then fell in a pit hole, who then crawled out to roll down, and ride the rollercoaster of life! Yes it’s a mark on me I feel it in my limbs when things get scary it’s my …
conversation from within
14th oct. 2021 it’s a Thursday morning the sky has one giant gray cloud spread out evenly, I’m sitting in bed writing this with coffee next to me. Ah, Coffee. My youngest woke up several times last night due to pain in the ear, so now I’m in line as caller nr five waiting to …
When it shows it shows
I can see it in your eyes All the work you’ve put into your mental and emotional health shows… It shows in your eyes that you are in a better place… ~ she said. And that is one of the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me!! Thank you Kaddi. Katrin is my …
My sanctuary
Borders are getting shorter and closer to one another… If my mind isn’t free where else can I be? I set myself free From the nails of bitterness dug in me From the darkness of a past and its grave for me One must be courageous to allow oneself to be soft after being ripped …
It’s a blog I guess
I am tired! It’s chronic ah, I am starting to dislike that word “chronic” but it is also the only word that can summon up my health issues. Chronically ill, as a never-ending always an ongoing thing. Ish… Why can’t I be chronically cute? Hehe, I mean come on… My life is, ~ make through …
Rullestol poesi
Rullestolen min drar frem ulike frå i mennesker… jeg ser godhet og sørger for å takke en gang for mye enn for lite… Jeg ser også det mindre fine… Drum roll, please: Kanskje han så meg ikke, kanskje blå hijab kamuflasja meg med ski fri himmel… eller var tanken på å dra vekten av mine …
