Yesterday I spent roughly twelve hours in the Israeli city of Tel Aviv. The bus station we arrived at looked like something out of a military complex. It was huge. We, a group of five, walked through metal detectors (something I'm an old hat at now having to walk through them everyday at University) and … Continue reading Tel Aviv: First Visit
There is a garden where the sandy colored stone paths are bordered by running water. The walls are darker, more rugged stone and are covered in green mosses and green vines. Water dripped from the top of the stones and into ponds of lily pads and coy fish. Many things grew here; plants native to … Continue reading The Garden
So I arrived in Israel. Needless to say all the anxiety and fretting were completely worthless, however they still remain in the most gruesome nausea and stomach pain. I made it through customs at Tel Aviv with only one question, "where are you studying?" I replied and went through along with several Orthodox and those … Continue reading Making it to Israel
My dogs get scared of the rain. They always have gotten scared of even the slightest drizzle. They hack and wheeze in all their stress and it ends up giving me stress because they start to follow me around the house in passive fear . I feel like I am kind of doing this to … Continue reading Anxiety Cooked the Brain
I dosed Psilocybin and found some things locked away in my mind again. Despite no direct and individual medical research to help me, this is good training in future reference to bad thoughts, depression, and angst.
Is it so romantic of me to believe that love will prevail. Sometimes, I fear that yes, it is.
I am escaping my own scary shit for some more scary shit? No, just let me do my shit.
As I am still infatuated with the ever mesmerizing Giorgia, I figured I'd give a stab at what it would be like belting in front of a crowd.
I listened to my Grandmother the other day. She has a tendency to chatter, but I find it interesting what she has to say. She started up with my trip to Israel and told me that I might not come back thinking the same about my future. I have not quite thought in that way … Continue reading Brief Thought on Talk
I have twenty minutes to get ready. I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder, will anyone notice today? My heart beats like a rusty champion. My nerves crawl with a chill like I am leaving a wake behind each movement. I am sensitive. I touch my skin, naked and steamed. For a second … Continue reading 20 Minutes