We all need a place like Jack Sparrow’s black pearl
We all need a place like Jack Sparrow’s black pearl. A place where the crazy, and the imperfect meets in deadly battles along Davy Jones's locker. I don’t think a place that I can call mine exists on a physical plain. What I mean to say is there has never been a place to call mine. Not in a group of friends, not in the various homes I moved to trying to avoid an abusive father. But I have found a solace in my head.
“ The only place I feel comfortable is sitting at home writing out the demons in my head so that they don’t convert themselves into my home.” - Jess
I see taint as the people who find it remarkably easy to call someone else crazy but not to evaluate themselves. It’s like walking into the forest without a stick to defend yourself with. You may call it luck to never once step on a venomous snake but I call it skill to avoid them when you can hear the hiss from miles.
Poison is in backlashing the kind people, and loving on the one’s who only care for themselves. Humanity is not a force meant to live in the shadows alone or like Jack we should always carry a crew even if it is just a crew of three.
“ I am not bound by the laws of conformity but by the will of the ocean’s tide as it carries me like a raft throughout society.” - Jess
My head is full of scary places where snakes are dragons, and squirrels are ravenous beasts trying to eat me. Although, I have been finding it a far more comforting place than sitting along a beach full of guys with no tops on.
“ It’s not in what we mean to say but in the act of what we do that makes us who we are.” - Jess
I feel like the only people who are the best people are the ones that have a little crazy in them. The ones that find the heat enticing or the frozen lake daring. It is the people who throw stones that remain blocked by a wall.
I will never love the word family the way I love the word friends. I have seen the blood turn to ice, and Ice turn to blood. But alas, I will always find peace in the world of my writing mind like that of a musician who must make music, or a cat who must purr. If all I know is words and words are all I have. Then words are all I will speak.
Do you have a place you call home? Are you struggling with your inner demons? Share with me.