Healthy like a horse running around the track, its heart pumping, legs pumping, like pistons firing, fire kindling a burning inside of him, a never-ending cycle of fuelling, burning, fuelling, the burn, the horse, the blur of life.
Charlie
Not my life at this point. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. why would this be my first word?! resentment. Pain Agony Heart break. Self inflicted. Marriage divorce? This makes me absolutely angry. Why am I not healthy? How can I become healthy? What do I need to filter out in order to be whole again? Who needs to go? Is it me? Move? Tears begin to form. Heart begins to welt. Spirit begins to burst. I need to follow my spirit more often too. Following my spirit is the only thing I know to be safe, yet the most risk taking. I’m tired of being broken and I know it’s only through Christ that I can be made whole. What am I so afraid of? Why am I choosing to be unhealthy and unhappy? Another ‘lifestyle’ will only make me miserable, but that embrace was the closest thing I’ve felt to complete, ever. Is it worth being a slave to misery? no. Why am I so conflicted?
That’s all I want. To be healthy. And whole. I’d like to be whole again instead of this broken person with a soul-sized hole in my heart. Ok. I want two things. But I’ll start with healthy.
Aimee A.
Her brilliant white teeth glint in the sun, shooting blinding rays through her path. Her hair is luscious and thick and eons-long and entangles sailors in its grip wherever it falls. Her hips are apple trees; her legs are stone.
IT IS THE WEEK BEFORE THE NEW YEAR AND ALL OF THE RESOLUTIONS ARE IN PLAY, THIS YEAR ITS GARUNTEED THAT AT LEAST 99% OF EVERYONE SAYS THEY WANT TO TRY TO BE HEALTHY THIS YEAR, EAT HEALTHY, WORK OUT, AND BE THE HEALTHIEST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES… BUT HOW LONG WILL IT LAST???
CHRISTINA
She was healthy once long ago when it felt as though the sun would never set. She’d run through the fields with her brothers, laughter and corn all around them. They’d get lost there for what felt like ages. She’s lost a lot now actually. It never used to be so hard.
Maggie Warren
i am healthy i can survive this.
The dust outside threathened to infilitrate her makeshift mask and fill her lungs with rocky air. the moon was never kind. i am strong this is nothing
Rachel O Sullivan
A Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you all are happy and healthy. I hope that the company you keep is the kind that loves you for who you are, regardless of whether or not they’re linked to you by blood. I hope you see light in the continually swarming darkness. There’s not much heat left in this metaphorical winter, but perhaps sitting by the hearth and sipping hot chocolate with the people you trust and adore will at least give us some temporary peace.
Belinda Roddie
I wish for a healthy relationship. I am glad my body is healthy now. I wish the world was more healthy. I wish everybody was healthy. Where are you GG. We weren’t healthy at all. Neither was my childhood. Where are you mom. You bitch. I want to be healthy again. I will be.
Delaiah
I don’t think I am healthy. I sleep too late, eat too little vegetable and don’t walk enough. People really have different definition of health tho. In America, everyone is so obsessed about raw food and kale.
Healthy like a horse running around the track, its heart pumping, legs pumping, like pistons firing, fire kindling a burning inside of him, a never-ending cycle of fuelling, burning, fuelling, the burn, the horse, the blur of life.
Not my life at this point. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. why would this be my first word?! resentment. Pain Agony Heart break. Self inflicted. Marriage divorce? This makes me absolutely angry. Why am I not healthy? How can I become healthy? What do I need to filter out in order to be whole again? Who needs to go? Is it me? Move? Tears begin to form. Heart begins to welt. Spirit begins to burst. I need to follow my spirit more often too. Following my spirit is the only thing I know to be safe, yet the most risk taking. I’m tired of being broken and I know it’s only through Christ that I can be made whole. What am I so afraid of? Why am I choosing to be unhealthy and unhappy? Another ‘lifestyle’ will only make me miserable, but that embrace was the closest thing I’ve felt to complete, ever. Is it worth being a slave to misery? no. Why am I so conflicted?
That’s all I want. To be healthy. And whole. I’d like to be whole again instead of this broken person with a soul-sized hole in my heart. Ok. I want two things. But I’ll start with healthy.
Her brilliant white teeth glint in the sun, shooting blinding rays through her path. Her hair is luscious and thick and eons-long and entangles sailors in its grip wherever it falls. Her hips are apple trees; her legs are stone.
IT IS THE WEEK BEFORE THE NEW YEAR AND ALL OF THE RESOLUTIONS ARE IN PLAY, THIS YEAR ITS GARUNTEED THAT AT LEAST 99% OF EVERYONE SAYS THEY WANT TO TRY TO BE HEALTHY THIS YEAR, EAT HEALTHY, WORK OUT, AND BE THE HEALTHIEST VERSIONS OF THEMSELVES… BUT HOW LONG WILL IT LAST???
She was healthy once long ago when it felt as though the sun would never set. She’d run through the fields with her brothers, laughter and corn all around them. They’d get lost there for what felt like ages. She’s lost a lot now actually. It never used to be so hard.
i am healthy i can survive this.
The dust outside threathened to infilitrate her makeshift mask and fill her lungs with rocky air. the moon was never kind. i am strong this is nothing
A Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you all are happy and healthy. I hope that the company you keep is the kind that loves you for who you are, regardless of whether or not they’re linked to you by blood. I hope you see light in the continually swarming darkness. There’s not much heat left in this metaphorical winter, but perhaps sitting by the hearth and sipping hot chocolate with the people you trust and adore will at least give us some temporary peace.
I wish for a healthy relationship. I am glad my body is healthy now. I wish the world was more healthy. I wish everybody was healthy. Where are you GG. We weren’t healthy at all. Neither was my childhood. Where are you mom. You bitch. I want to be healthy again. I will be.
I don’t think I am healthy. I sleep too late, eat too little vegetable and don’t walk enough. People really have different definition of health tho. In America, everyone is so obsessed about raw food and kale.