You're In For A World Of Hurt

"I love my cat. I love it so much, all I want to do is hold it, cuddle it, and smother it with my unconditional love. My cat is prefect, it is smart, and beautiful, and most importantly, my cat is MINE. I love my cat so much, therefore my cat must love me equally as much...."

*face is then ripped to shreds by the claws of that cat who loves you so fucking much*

Lesson to the Story; You can't force a cat to love you. It comes to you when it wants you and leaves once it has gotten what it wanted. Smothering it with love and affection will get you nowhere, and all you will have to show for trying is a face-full of scars that may never fade away.

p.s. if you read all this and still think it's a painting about a cat, all i can say is you really have to pay more attention.

It Was Never Yours To Begin With

It resonates so strong, but why do I care?

You can't have something that was never really there.

If your fingers can't grasp it, was it real?

You can't hold something that you can't even feel.

Why hurt, why wreck, why destroy and maim?

You can't abandon something that wasn't your claim.

Shout all you want, insecure feelings you'll hide.

You can't affect me, I was never on your side.

As you lied to me, I lied to you.

I'm the one you trusted, but never really knew.

The Things We Left Behind

"So Where's the Picket Fence?"

"Protect Thyself"

The main idea behind this series is that of unnecessary protection. Unfortunately, we all get hurt, physically and mentally. These wounds are hard to recover from at times, and there are some from which we can never fully heal. Because these experiences are so painful, we tell ourselves we will never let it happen again, as we are terrified of ever feeling this terrible for a second time. So, what do we do? We shut ourselves off from the world. Yes, we save ourselves from pain, but we also deny ourselves from real happiness. To me, this isolation is worse than suffering, it is at times when we are vulnerable that we are capable of finding what really gives us joy, even if it puts one at risk of being hurt.

Animus

This is what we do