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10th of June. 2 days till 24.
I woke up early, in a time period where it's always bright. And I hate the lack of balance in that. I hate a lot of the patterns I've been going through lately, of thoughts, in work, with the phone, with things.
I see this rage reflecting into damage that goes straight into me.
I cut my hand breaking a plate.
Fuck everything.
I didn't even care to record something about how I felt about turning 24 soon. Who cares really. I am what I am.
Anyways, I'm going to be in Hamburg then. Let's see what I feel then.
It's the 6th of June 2020. And the main circulating topic in my being right now is my back. It's been hurting for so long now. 3 and half months of not moving properly, not being able to stretch completely and wholeheartedly, not being able to exercise completely, getting tired quickly and feeling a damn stinging pain at the core of being so often.
At first I prided myself for being able to handle the pain as I tried to work it out by stretching and massaging the area.
Now I'm just sick of it.
I talk about other things too. I'm going to listen to this one tomorrow morning.
01.06.2020
They pass, they change, they fade. But I'm still me.
I met some wonderful people, Eric and Charla.
I'm here.
24th of May 2020. I noticed I tend to try to internalize different states that I find relevant to where I am at the moment. Right now, it's presence and being able to hold on to larger amounts of tension without being fazed by any of it. Without flinching. Let freedom reach its form because of your ability to contain it.
Internalizing the state. Pure of being. Of awareness and truth.
I write it down, I react to it no longer. I remove my shackles, and I find myself pure with momentum, pure with force.
"Keep your attention. Boredom is a lack of attention."
"It's fine."
"It'll come back to you."
"I don't know what I won't."
17th Of May 2020
I went to the old guys place yesterday, he almost forgot who I was, but then made it clear he didn't want much to do with me.
Finished filling an entire notebook with dreams. Insane. I always think about how I could write them differently, because words can only say so much. I draw the space the dream happened in a lot of the time. Let's see.
I wrote in my green (bio)leather dear notebook for the first time. I liked how it felt and I like what was written. I am writing, and therefor the words are.
14th May 2020
And stay with it.
No matter what you feel, when you know where you are is right, you learn and you find a way. Sometimes you feel you can’t breathe, other times all you find is air. What’s the difference between the two really. In and out. In and out.
I was holding a leaf when I recorded this, I usually do when I'm taking walks. Makes me feel centered and calm again somehow.
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