“Everything seen, everything felt — is an extension of self.” . 2017 . Acrylic. Yashiva R.
I resonate…
too deeply.
So much so,
It feels as if I’m crossing a line—
I have no bounds to be here.
And feel all that you feel.
And as I feel I’m understanding in ways you wouldn’t even think to explore.
The patterns and interconnections to things I’m aware of.
My experience has brought me here.
The trail of plunging into this over and over makes me proficient.
I don’t have a say for when it happens.
I always have to be prepared for when it does.
Why must I be plagued with this information.
God, You must’ve made me this porous for a reason.
It seems like I need to let you hold it.
Why do You allow me to see what others bury? Is this all merely for processing? How do I fit in with this?
So far the only thing working for me is limiting my interactions.
Existing in my own mind is enough to keep me busy for ever.
Coming into contact with a new soul will never not feel like noise.
Your silent screams and unresolved trauma begging to be answered.
I mean I could, but I rather not freak you out.
- Yashiva R.
6.5.25
