“I keep wanting to dye my hair something different, something new, something I haven’t tried before, but after a few weeks of unfamiliar locks, I always manage to go back to purple. Going purple feels like a return to home, to my roots, to my core, but sometimes, it’s more like a reversion, like cutting back trees or clipping wings: it’s hard to tell which. What I mean is that it is Spring and I feel my roots finding water, stretching oh so deliciously, leaves unfurling to sunny days, my gaze turning up and in as I see my glow. It’s starting to grow stronger, warmer, and I’m dancing and laughing more; and my hair is sort of blonde, waiting to lighten enough to add a splash of something new, maybe blue. But in the back of my mind, I whisper ‘stick to what you know,’ which is to say that change, no matter how much I want it, is something I fear so much, I remain stained purple. No matter how much it fades: it lightens, it stays, which is my way of saying that stains are my brain’s name for what feels like trying too hard and not trying enough, which is my way of saying that no matter how much dye I bleed, how much light I see, how much hope I seed, it still somehow seems to always come out PURPLE. Depression isn’t something I can bleach out of my life, I can’t leech enough light to make my own every day, and even when I can, most days, there’s a haze and it’s purple.”
— purple roots 4/11/17 mrm
When did you decide that the only
roots you were allowed to keep
were the ones you'd stained
in the process of trying
to mask your trauma?
.
Do not mistake your trauma
for your foundation.
There is a You underneath
the scarring, the bruises,
the cracking, peeling scabs
that don't seem to want
to stop bleeding.
.
Depression may color your life,
but it is not the color of your life.
.
Even when you've returned to purple,
even when you keep going back
to that which you know,
what's always remained the same
was not that color,
but rather the growth.
.
Under every purple "root", the hair
refused to stay the same length:
it would continue to push,
like a sapling
emerging from a seed,
.
and it would grow.
.
Your roots are no more purple
than the blood pumped through
your beating, bleeding heart.
.
So go ahead, return to purple.
Think of it as pruning
or wing clipping if you must,
but remember that either way,
you will always
continue to grow.
.
.
a return to purple roots
February 23, 2020
mrm
Sweetheart, just let go. You don’t always have to know the answers to every problem, to every question, to every wondering thought that crosses your mind. Life is not an equation with a solution assigned with a set numerical value. Drop the pencil and ease your mind and breathe. Accept that you don’t know. It’s okay to not know.
~MRM~
Close your eyes and hold your breath
as you draw a card for your day.
Frozen faces look into your soul
and see the hurt and confusion,
but also the strength and courage.
They whisper what you already know.
Those who do not learn from the past
are doomed to repeat it, we say,
but those who dwell on it can
have their visions clouded by it.
It's a difficult balancing act,
and most will never master it.
Sometimes intent is the only thing
that separates manifesting from
self-fulfilling prophesies.
-misFortune teller
mrm
december 2019
Come,
rap against the window of my being once more,
gaze upon my soul and show me
all that is misplaced, mishapen, misused.
Here,
take my shaking hands once more,
place them on my chest to feel
what should be beating, but remains hollow.
See,
the scale is tipped askew once more,
my spirit aches and cries and shakes
under the weight of nothing and everything.
.
.
mrm
July 13, 2019
cognitive dissonance
mrm
June 8, 2019
this is how the heart breaks
mrm
2/2/18
katzenjammer September 28, 2017 mrm
heavenly bodies July 20, 2017 mrm
Existence and the Nothing (the constant existential crisis) 4/24/17 mrm
the isolated fight 4/23/17 mrm
forest fossils and ocean glass 4/22/17 mrm
leave the sharks out of it 4/21/17 mrm
(draft from 5/11/??) 4/20/17 mrm
palpitate 4/19/17 mrm