Mashed Potatoes

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The goddess is confused.

Something that's been happening a lot lately. She seems to have lost all sense of direction and her pitch black orbs look forward mindlessly.

The goddess is angry.

So fucking pissed, she doesn't know what to do with all that energy and pain and... Great! Now her head hurts.

She wishes she had powers like most goddess' that you hear of or read about in the stories. The power to burn everything to ashes, the power to bring about thunderstorms and floods, the power of destruction because she seems to be in a mood to ruin everything that comes her way.

She looks calm and peaceful. She smiles while she weeps inside. She forces herself to forget but there is always something. Knocking on the door of her conscience, like a cop who bangs on the door and refuses to leave. Although here's the thing, she has a choice not to answer the door. Even though she knows the cop is a persistent little ass and would never leave, she chooses not to answer and read the research paper for her anthropology class with a bitch of a headache.

"For fucks sakes leave me alone!" She holds her head in both her hands and growls.
It's the most ferocious growl you'll ever hear. You're shaking down to your bones and you know it but you watch frozen from the sidelines. This is not your battle. There is nothing you can do. She is not as powerful or great as the other goddess' but she sure knows how to do one thing-- keep you at bay.

So the bay is where you stay and watch as the continuous knocking goes silent and she looks up with hopeful eyes. A light glow on her face, something no one has seen in weeks. Her skin had taken the force of her pain and it disgusted her to look at herself in the mirror. But now there is hope. A very light sliver but something everyone could very well use at this moment.

Like Zeus' lightning bolt, her heart is shattered and her breath is lost for the door that stood strong like a barrier between her and her demons is now wearing a hole so proud. From the other side, glossy green eyes stare at her.

It's the friendly face of the devil. So fucking beautiful. She fights with herself to let him in. She can't let him in. She knows she can't but she still wants to. She's broken into two. Wait, no. She's broken into a million.

She wants to let him in and forgive him.
She wants to let him in and not forgive him but shout at him.
She wants to let him in, slap him then turn around and walk away.
She wants to cry and let it all out and show how bad she is injured.
She wants to stay strong and not shed a tear-- he doesn't deserve to see what he did to her.
She wants to be vulnerable and ask for help.
She wants to be strong and move on without wasting another second.
She wants to go back in time and do things differently.
She wants to go into the future where everything is alright.
She wants to erase her memory and forget about it.
She wants to remember everything for she has always believed what you experience shapes you into something beautiful.
She wants to be beautiful.
She wants to become beautiful.
She wants to feel and believe that she is beautiful.
She wants to be happy with herself, even if she isn't beautiful.
She wants to be accepted because she cares about that.
She doesn't want to care about being accepted.
She wants to treat people like trash because they don't deserve her love.
She wants to treat people well because no matter how hard she tries, her dumfuck of a heart sees good in everything.
She wants to be realistic. She wants to be optimistic. The both of them, for some reason, don't work very well in a recipe together.
She wants to live.
She wants to die.
She wants dark.
She wants light.
Long story short- she has no fucking clue about what the fuck she wants and she's driving herself crazy.

She looks at you. There are no tears in her eyes but it looks like she's already shed an oceanful. She doesn't skip a beat and smiles leaving you flabbergasted.

"Damn girl, I'm craving some ramen. Wanna go to the city for some? I'll pay." With that being said, she picks up a block of wood from the pile sitting right beside the door. She closes the hole with the block, perfectly hammering it into place as if she's done it before. A part of you knows that she's done it before, perhaps more than once.

She sighs as the blockade is once again restored, pushing all her demons and demons in the form of humans to the other side. Throwing the nails and hammer by the pile of wood, she walks away with a purpose to dress up and get that well-deserved bowl of delicious ramen.

What do you do? Walk along by her side being there for her from the bay even though everything she does lights up your neurons on fire.



Hey lovelies,

Hope you're doing well and enjoying the weather. It's getting colder and colder and festival season is here, so a lot to look forward to in the next few months. So enjoy however much of 2018 is left before we move on.

We want to apologize for being inactive for so long. School and work, in general, have us on our toes all the time and let's be honest school is not the best place to find inspiration at. Hopefully this time we'll be able to maintain a consistent streak of posts.

As far as this particular post is concerned, we don't know how much of it would make sense to anyone or if you can relate to war that takes place in the goddess' mind. All we're trying to do is give words to the feelings that most of us experience at least once in our entire lifetime.

We'd love to know what you think about this post so don't forget to comment.

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