Stardust and I drift away, I float away, but never away
Guided, lifted, provided, I could never leave your side.
Meditate, you feel me somewhere, within the air, I’m always there.
My essence is glowing and I wish I could stay, as much as I close my eyes,
Consciousness raising, soul ascending, spiritually building, binding
I could never leave your side.
And I’ve known you before, lifetimes before, and I loved you shining.
I love you shining, yet I drift away among the matter that created you and I.
You are efficacious, my forest within the sky.
I am in love.
I dropped my phone in the toilet yesterday
and it broke my heart. Jump start to the present and I’ve
been absent from the outside world; indulging within the inside
comforts of my soul.
No more selfies, no Instagram, Facebook, or sadly Snapchat,
no connections to society, detached, un-distracted, unfamiliar
but clarifying… for the foreseeable future.
I want to know if you felt the way that I feel about you a second ago.
Perhaps you’ll feel it as I’m looking into the skies, cloudy, dark, yet comforting, rolling across, inviting …feel me yet?
Rain, so I know it’s real.
Green pastures loaded with grape vines, cows grazing while the sun is blazing through the window of this bus ride. Sonoma County, you’ve been great.
Is the girl that barely wears any clothes or only takes back shots your definition of pretty? Or is it that girl who wears a lot of makeup and a lot of weaves who takes a million selfies and rephrases rapper’s lyrics in her captions as she reaches for an audience? What about the girls who broadcasts plastic surgery as a way to enter into society to gain attention or self-esteem?
Women transition often, our appearance is always changing due to what’s fashionable or who wore it best, but what about true beauty, is that even relevant anymore?
I’m the woman who sits in a cafe with a hoodie, curly fro, flowy pants, and mascara with possible eyeliner. I feel invisible to the world around me and right now I prefer the isolation. I just watch, and look, and see everyone and thing around me, nothing is off limits.
Ever since I can remember I’ve always been complimented or praised based on my outer appearance, but I’ve always wondered if it was ever genuine or a moment to pretend I’m actually the “pretty” girl everyone said I was. I don’t care really anymore, as long as I look presentable, at least in my mind’s eye. Beauty is essence, beauty is subjective, and deeper than the world’s preconceptions of the Nefertiti’s and Cleopatra’s of today.
Answer me this, what makes her so pretty anyways?
Can we go back to Wonderland, an existence that is no particular place but everywhere at the same time?
You are my greatest adversary; your fertile imprints planted the seeds that has blossomed my growth, hmm my soul.
At your worst, you are love
Amber Choisella 💐
Addiction is a word I hear thrown around frequently, probably because one of my favorite shows is Intervention, so yeah that makes sense. Yet we’ve all known someone or many who has have issues fighting against this thing called addiction. I know I have. It’s devastating to witness or fully understand unless you’ve been addicted to something or someone before… which means we all have experienced this. Whether it be to an individual or food, or to something that you drift to make you disappear from your reality.So the question of the day is, is an addiction a choice or is it a brain disease?
As I read through my discussion post of my Addiction and Addictive Behavior course that I just started, it sparked a large discussion in my mind about whether addiction is a choice or a disease. Grad school will do that to you. I entered the mental health field because of my direct experiences with mental illness and how at a young age I was made to assist someone close to me who is mentally ill. Addiction always fascinated me, because I consider it to be… a door that should never be opened, yeah that’s what I’ll call it for now.
The Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) stated that in 2014 “2.7% of individuals aged 12 or older in the United States (an estimated 7.1 million individuals) were dependent on or abused illicit drugs in the year prior to being surveyed”. and to be clear addiction is described as a chronic and relapsing brain disease as described in the article entitled, Views of Addiction Neuroscientists and Clinicians on the Clinical Impact of a ‘Brain Disease Model of Addiction’. Yet, I don’t want to format in APA style unless I have to but I value referencing information (side note). Once an addict, always an addict, it’s something that must be “worked on” for a lifetime. Diabetes type 1 is also a lifelong disease that must be monitored and treated daily, so what’s the difference? The difference is one is introduced and the other is biologically created, but what if addiction is in the family, then is it genetically prepositioned? According to authors of article, The Media and Behavioral Genetics: Alternatives coexisting with Addiction Genetics, “The ‘‘disease of the brain’’ model for addiction includes a predictive component: scientists estimate that 40 percent to 60 percent of individual vulnerability to addiction resides in our genes (National Institute on Drug Abuse [NIDA] 2007)”. So if addiction resides within our genes how much of a choice do we have to avoid it? Rhetorical of course.
Many people choose drugs/alcohol to cover up damage created from their youth or life in general and get lost trying to cover their issues, others get stuck in the experimental world of living wild and reckless, I won’t be the judge. I just want to understand you better, them better, everyone better, honestly. I am addicted to snacking and I try to stay mindful of it and I’m even an addict of napping because it makes me feel great when I wake up. I’m more energized and ready for the world, yet what makes me different from the woman who smokes meth for days on end and gets stuck in a psychosis state, or the man who can’t shake his heroin addict to numb the pain of being molested as a child? Is it because I’m able to live a responsible or productive lifestyle in spite of my addictions? We’re all motivated to do whatever makes us happy, but are addicts truly happy or are they stuck within a choice, or their disease?
And when everything seem to be falling down you create
arches, bridges, and roads for me to travel round, or maybe it’s through…
And when you ask me what 2 +2 is and I say me plus you, you argue with me, challenge
and disagree with me, you help me grow.
And I miss your presence, your energy, you are everything when you’re not, yet always beside me. When I lay beside you sleeping, dreaming, you escape with me, that’s how I knew you were the ONE.
How did we grow to here, is it that we fell?
Isn’t that what lovers do?
Un-true, you and me grew into one without ever falling.