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    Morrigan

    I'm Mary, 28 y.o. photographer, youtuber and aspiring writer based in Poland. I don't speak too much, that's why I write a lot. Also about mental health. I love art, video making, music, video games and nature. House Targaryen.
    All photos posted in here belong to me, unless stated otherwise. Please do not copy without my permission.

    Neurotic.


    Everything's fine.
    I like my new job, I'm getting better and better.
    My photograph will be featured in a magazine.
    I decided to publish my poems.
    Everything seems so fine.
    Although it feels like I'm in the middle of the ocean. Suppressed and drowning, with my lungs full of salty water.
    I watch the sunrise every day from a little bridge on my way to work. I watch the sunset, eight hours later, from the same bridge. That's how November is.
    First snow, melting just before I can reach it with my fingers. Long list of tv shows waiting to catch up with. Grey's Anatomy theme playing in the background. Do you remember the times it had a theme?
    And I'm just lying between my seven pillows, with a cold wind whistling through my window.
    I breathe. I'm learning how to feel what's going on. I'm trying to get out of this ocean.
    I'm still learning how to swim.

    Weekends go by faster than I realize,
    Colder than I expected and darker than the streets.
    I listen to Holes by Layla on the train and Scars on Broadway on the bus. I play with my amethyst before I fall asleep to feel it's texture and it's edges.
    I still scratch my old wounds, my arms, my legs, I keep scratching and scratching, I look like a little disaster.
    Everything is so fine, so very fine for me.
    And I haven't been so neurotic in ages.

    Mary

    Everything's fine.
    I like my new job, I'm getting better and better.
    My photograph will be featured in a magazine.
    I decided to publish my poems.
    Everything seems so fine.
    Although it feels like I'm in the middle of the ocean. Suppressed and drowning, with my lungs full of salty water.
    I watch the sunrise every day from a little bridge on my way to work. I watch the sunset, eight hours later, from the same bridge. That's how November is.
    First snow, melting just before I can reach it with my fingers. Long list of tv shows waiting to catch up with. Grey's Anatomy theme playing in the background. Do you remember the times it had a theme?
    And I'm just lying between my seven pillows, with a cold wind whistling through my window.
    I breathe. I'm learning how to feel what's going on. I'm trying to get out of this ocean.
    I'm still learning how to swim.

    Weekends go by faster than I realize,
    Colder than I expected and darker than the streets.
    I listen to Holes by Layla on the train and Scars on Broadway on the bus. I play with my amethyst before I fall asleep to feel it's texture and it's edges.
    I still scratch my old wounds, my arms, my legs, I keep scratching and scratching, I look like a little disaster.
    Everything is so fine, so very fine for me.
    And I haven't been so neurotic in ages.

    Mary
    . Friday, November 24, 2017 .

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