the seat beside me

You can get away. Break away. Break your eyes away from it. It’s a little pain. A little confusion. But that poison will stop cursing you. You are in detox after all. You are in recovery now. You don’t blame yourself for the things that are happening. Blame isn’t the word. This is called relief. You can tear yourself away from the toxicity of a trauma bond.

Some of them say it isn’t work at all. They tell you put a good emotion at the top of your sight. They will say believe you can. They will reject the shadow work, cause it’s only material things they want. It’s only another hostage, another supply. The truth is you don’t have to like it. You just mustn’t feel like you don’t like it. You want to allow your love to flow without condition. Delete, block, turn the fucking page, all while feeling gratitude for the lesson, something must’ve been good.

If it happened then it is not happening. Tomorrow never comes and today is about the delusional positivity required to get closer to what and who you actually are. It is selfish, but we are not selfish. Loving yourself without condition, loving others without condition, this is what’s real, it is not selfish even if it must be imagined to reach. What is created that isn’t first imagined? Only things created in reaction, but when those things can be managed, they are energetic. But we are not reactors, we are source brilliance. We are…