Walk out to keep growing.
Your mind and its psychic awareness can be just as helpful as your therapist, the professor, a computer.
Living in poverty sucks. It’s hot and sticky and dirty.
Do you walk out of the office hungry? No, you’re good.
Getting enough of your sanity, with much more time alone to yourself.
Even your peace of mind was numb.
My mood got different the more I was reading.
Their ideas are also what I would call a flash creation!
Feeling more natural, it’s like all of us solved a mystery!
Feeling cool, like, I’m in line with the truth of what I’m viewing by what I’m seeing. It’s because of the freedom of what I, myself have been referencing.
Flashing shiny cascades in my eyes while I go home to type chicken scratch; genius at night.
Always listen to yourself. I hope they do everything they can from now on.
Wisdom in this situation is also mine. Why was I always asked to moderate my intensity?
I’m seen as a patient.
They can only do right by me. The only principle I live by. I mean it.
People are smarter than you think. It’s okay.
People are wounded and always will be wounded.
I would like to be proud of my newly found opinions. And only if people don’t invalidate that. Out in the world, I repeatedly realize how homesick I was.
Intimacy would be like being known without talking.
Very memorable, all of it.
My heart consoles me more than a therapist ever has.
Empathy is Poetry 