North to South

I’m leaving Brooklyn today, New York City, Williamsburg, New York, North.

I’m going back down South.

It is a good and a strange feeling. I almost feel established here, grown in. Maybe it was the mushrooms, or all of the people or the singularity I have experienced while being so far from Home. I now am feeling the opposite of what I felt when I arrived here. I feel the  feeling of going back into a lot of what I wanted leave. It is knowing that it was only a week ago I was there, singular. I knew I needed to make it here. And, I did. I have a new respect and a new disrespect for somethings.

I truly have seen myself in a different way. I refuse to go back home and get stuck. I refuse to let anyone filtrate my life who has the wrong intentions. I know people, I know life, I know me. I have an edge, I always have. It isn’t hard, it was, I have worn it down to mold to me. To put behind me but never resurface as a current pain. Dormant, with all of the other trials and error I have seen and been a part of during my life. No one is perfect, I know I am not. I have seen my flaws at a huge disadvantage in this Northern place. I have also seen my advantages. To be singular is to know you, and to realize that you are the only one who enables the response to your reaction of the things surrounding you and falling in your path. Be aware. Do not beware.

I truly am happy to be coming home, time has spent, the journey of many must come to an end. I am living a little old me here, bringing the new back. This city will always hold something of mine, in all of its people, places and things. I live on here, and there.

NYC

here I come.

only a few hours.

I’m nervous,

I’m anxious,

I’m excited,

I think I’m ready.

I’m really ready to see Rachel more than the city. Kill me for saying that but you don’t know this girl. I love my libra sister.

See You Soon.

significantly

Well.

I am living a new existence.

My name is Danielle and I have much to tell you.

Idea:

I hate that i always forget to post on tumblr, because i really do love it. There needs to be a buddy system. Someone on Tumblr, can be anyone, can text you once a day and remind you to tumbl. lol. okay just a thought.

un-necessary.

I come here. my thoughts. there is a change of course. or there is no course at all. real. something is a shift. i feel as. if. i feel differently every. 2 minutes. i read. so deep. i can see more than i will ever reveal. i hideaway. in places. thought of, by my head. hello.

far fetched.

So many sequences. I have realized everything I am capable of realizing from this time past. I am logic and real. I see things and read things. In people, in energy.

I never mean to hurt. Feeling is what hurt is. To be able to feel, succumb to the feeling and regain truth after the fact, is a natural coping function. If, you push away the feeling, you have learned far less from the experience then you would deepening yourself and gaining insight from pain, suffering, emotional and mental garbage. Its all worth something, if you gain it in yourself by embracing it. Embrace every feeling, listen to others feelings.

I am logic and real, but I feel.

reavel. travel.

OH, could you even believe it?

could I?

such.

i cannot speak. but i can say, what i knew, i already did.

its in my head.

it was new.

he is still in my heart. more so than ever.