Skip to main content

Featured Post

Honey Sunshine Chai Tea Warm Milk

The Wall Is Busting Open

Yet another Warpaint song <3

The war you fight is underneath
the water, getting deeper.
The wall, the wall, the falling wall,
the wall is busting open.
The wall is busting open.

In like a dull knife
pulls out all the stops
I fall out like
time running out

(even when I was whispering
you hold on, the water was slippery
you listen, the weather was answering
I let go, I wanna get into it)

You've got your reasons that, hey hey,
turned by the seasons and long days gone
too many minds in my, I don't know,
got in the way of my busting out

Cold and under, I almost forgot to
face up to what i ought to.
Willing and I do give offering to you
Willing and I do give offering to you
Don't know why I feel so different
Feel just like a different person
Willing and I do give offering to you

You're tied in a knot, can't throw you back here.
You've got the floor, they say. You gotta lock it up.
Late into the night you wore off that fever.
That fever.

You've got your reasons that, hey hey,
turned by the seasons and long days gone.
Too many minds in my, I don't know
got in the way of my busting out.

I'm over here by your way.
Tight as a knot, i want to fade.
I'm over here by your way.
Tight as a knot, I want to fade



Popular posts from this blog

Sorry, I don't dance

It started with a bursting flame And ended with a knife hidden under the mattress A forbidden kiss that sealed our fate A fear that turned my blood cold He was filled with darkness Though he shone like porcelain Was this love, or possession? Was this fate, or trap? Did I stumble into his arms? Or did he place the wire? He was life and life was he Nothing else existed I danced around him forever Like the Moon dances around the Earth But he told me he didn't dance What a shame it is to put such strong legs To waste * * *  

A New Beginning

Hello World, I am back to the bloggerverse after a wild almost  three years time... I know, I know, I left without any real warning. I turned the site to private and didn't renew my domain, well honestly, because I didn't have anything to write. And more   honestly than that, I felt like I was not allowed to write anything. More on that in another post. 2017 was a whirlwind of complete chaos. There was SO much happening, I couldn't even begin to think of one simple thing to write about. 2017 was my rock-bottom. 2017 needed time to decompress. And if you couldn't tell from my latest posts in 2017 I was not in the best head-space. Luckily, life is very different now. Life feels A LOT lighter, even given the circumstances of the world today. Selfishly, I'd much rather be here in the year 2020 than have to go through 2017 again. But that's just me. Anyway, I wanted to come on here and play on the blog again. I will make a more detailed post about life in the next on

The Wrong Equation

Let's see, last we really   talked, I was seemingly a diagnosed bipolar mother who was struggling to figure out medication, love, family, and sorrowful past. Let me tell you though, there was something buried deep within me that I did not show to any of you. In fact, I found out in September of 2017 that I was not bipolar at all. That everything, every  single  little  detail   of pain and chaos was not due to a mood-disorder at all, but due to an underlying trauma that I refused to acknowledge or accept. I was the one who suggested to my doctors and psychiatrist that I was bipolar.  Now you may ask, "Sage, why on Earth would you want to be diagnosed with a mood-disorder?!" To which I would reply, "I needed an explanation." In that time of my life, when everything was anger and pain, when I couldn't see past my trauma, when the trauma was screaming louder than my own thoughts, I needed an explanation. I needed the solution to the equation.  If X + Me = Suffe