Time constraints to help keep m8ving through system, pushes toward commitment and confudence creator – even though initially feels restrictive.
(An instructors guidance)
Time constraints to help keep m8ving through system, pushes toward commitment and confudence creator – even though initially feels restrictive.
(An instructors guidance)
So that you feel like you are “participating together.”
(Therapist approach to help assist another’s system, and which can apply to personal connection relationships)
They don’t have safe places to go and receive the care and support that they need, nor true assessment and resources for rehabilitating their abilities.
“I don’t know you.”
“I have difficulty getting anywhere ‘on time.”
(The clock and brain injury)
“How we treat each other while ‘playing the game.'”
It had become clear that she caught up in a game, afterall.
How can tears fall without expression of emotion?
The body knows.
It expresses the soul’s hidden traces.
(Title of multiple meanings)
She had thought that her eyes were just watering.
To have and to hold.
She couldn’t even remember the day’s numeric, anymore.
Only that it had seemed to be chosen because it was close to Valentine’s Day and her birthday.
A tidy bundle of dates clustered together in a nice, neat package that he could easily ignore and get away with as a repeated blip in his memory’s system.
Oops, so sorry about that…
But once passed, there’s no going back, right?
So the rest of the year, he’d be ‘home free’ to continue his tireless rejection of her.
“Apparently, no wine for me.
Not even the smallest amount.”
Retreating to an aloof distance carried her own paws away from extreme confusion.
What good if gods love some one
When they don’t show their face?
What warmth soaks into bones
Without connection’s embrace?
It is often best to follow one’s instincts.
“Pretty good warmed up (do not eat cold – ew!), but waiting now to see how system digests them.
Trader Joe’s had them in their frozen desert section.”
She had searched for some place to go and get a good bone bake, but every place around was too expensive.
No…
She would not disrupt the collective to get what she personally needed.
“‘I have this person, but I want you, too.
Don’t you feel excited, flattered, and important?'”
Sometimes, I delay my speaking to ensure your safe passage.
“Hm…
Even my arms are turning purple, today.
Penitence for having fun, ‘for once.'”
Getting up and trying to stand – let alone, walk.
“Nooo – I liked that pillow!”
(Accidently hurling it over and off of the side of the bed and onto the floor as turning to rise and get ready for the day)
“My cankles hurt.
There.
I said it…
Happy?”
“And to think, I had once briefly considered reading that (clearly for me) b.s. book about ’embracing the crone inside of us.’
No…
‘She,’ too, can go fu** herself – and get her nappy, swollen gums the hell off from sucking on my vital bone marrow!”
Somewhere behind the scenes, my youth is being slowly throttled
Someone give me a blade so that I can cut the bitch-crone’s throat
“Fu** you – right back at you.”
(To the non-believers who interfere with tenants that they should be upholding and protecting)
A queen does not need subjects who poison the Kingdom’s wells.
The strength that it took to manage her heartache was causing her to have to cauterize the wound for self preservation, thereby creating dissociation from any further attachment – much to the toxic satisfaction of those involved with alterior motives.
(Fu**ing parasites)
Admonishment
Love doesn’t disguise – it reveals, it shines
It doesn’t waste time at another’s expense