Lamentations - Tumblr Posts
when there are nights like this, how deeply they feel lonesome. what is it like to have the graze of another's touch and embrace to make up loss in absentia? how does the feeling of contact untether the nightmares which are faced alone in an unconscious stupor for years?
what is it like to feel the consistency of warmth and mass to grasp onto, seeking safety from the lucid terrors that occur on a rotating basis?
how does the stupor beget from its prison cell? many layers exist in answering these pleading inquiries for shelter.
for how much longer does this nightmare stay? will leaving ever become affordable to pass?
believing in the "yet" satisfies only in surviving the traumatic terrors from then and of now, yet it grows tiresome to await within a stormy reign of piercing precipitation.
how hard is it to ask for the protection within community in the same settings which have and are given very little space?
this isn't the fault of community, just unfortunate proximity is what determines fate in this epoch destitute of all things humane.
don't forget that our existence matters, too.
Medical debt is one of many cruelties this violent society that the United States exacts upon its citizens.
Terror is having to sacrificially choose between either losing one's home by selling it or seeking healthcare that charges you with hidden fees, a debt that can lead to the loss of one's home through legal foreclosure.
This is an experience of many setbacks, from long wait times for specialists who don't know what to do, to setting up monthly payment plans for the accrued debts in question.
This society is cruel, cold, and leaves you just enough crumbs to survive sickly, but never enough to actually ever live.
All empires end, and certainly will this one, too. You can only cage people literally and metaphorically until life itself has no meaning under a system built on ill-gotten gains.
For those who may feel upsetting, emotional distress from wells' deep in grieving our own parent(s) who reject(ed) us, these are the parents snd community members we lacked in guiding us away from further dysfunction by loving us and supporting us. Of that which oppression takes away from us in vitality, opportunity, and dignity, may we find family and community of our own way so that we belong, in that we no longer long, love where, where here, we be.
Sacrament d'osti de caliss sliced my fucking finger open and now I can’t fucking practice tabarnak augh aughhhhh
(Also practicing my québécois french for when I go tomorrow ^_^ I’m practically a native)
““The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!””
Lamentations 3:24 NKJV
https://bible.com/bible/114/lam.3.24.NKJV
““The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!””
Lamentations 3:24 NKJV
https://bible.com/bible/114/lam.3.24.NKJV
