I made it.
Miss you.
Month: April 2026
My Dearest,
Though the miles between us are weary, let my love launch and carry your legion to sail wherever it is that you need to be – and come back ’round to me soon, and safely.
“Impressions”
Resurrection Is A Process
“Typing on a laptop with WIFI at a service provider, trying to get a new phone to still get launched.”
A State Of Lawlessness
“It’s as if the old gods are waking, and no one can stop this.”
I Think
“I am overcompensating for way too much.”
ADHD?
“Or strained brain injury?”
Adjustments
“Having to learn new patterns.”
Preparing To Launch
Her weary body heavy with limbs barely coordinating, she tested her wings as flexing to ready for bearing load of another flight.
(I Just Might – Bruno Mars)
Post-Move Swelling
“It concerns me that my larger rings are tighter.”
Self Repair
“Is my phone like me?
A little janky now, but still tickin’?”
To My Children,
For clarity,
I have not needed to be in your and/or your familys’ sacred space, but you are all welcome in mine.
Love you all so much.
Hugs
Mom Athena
—
(Last message on a bath-soaked phone)
Taking Care Of Me
(Stay Love – Lewis Capaldi)
Going Black
And then, her phone launched into the hot and steamy bath water.
When We Next Meet
My Love, there is no way that I am gonna hate you…
It’s anothr.chance for us to meet!”
Lava Monster
“My floors are now all gray – instead of the warm brown of wood striping.
So I find myself drawn to red decorations – with a goldish type of amber chetoyancy.”
Levels Beyond Tolerances
“Speaking about exhaustion’s pain, now, is beyond ridiculous.”
Ready
“Or Not.”
Collective Soul
“I guess that I had wondered about what it would feel like to be part of ‘community…'”
Degrees Of Separation
“I no longer have a yard to just let my dogs out into, nor do I get to see my plants easily.”
Change Isn’t Bad
“It just hurts when no choice”
And Now,
“I am some place new, thrust out of my valued routines and into new elements.”
Blood Loss
“I had to forcefully wrench myself out of my own home.”
Ours Was And Always Will Be
“No ordinary love…
It was the kind that was so strong that it could even span across the great chasms of Chaos’ fantasms – and yet still, we would ever find each other, again.”
Dear Alex,
“You know that there’s no me comin’ back to you, now that I’ve caught trace of my ideal.
Problem is, apparently my ideal is enshrouded in silence.
That’s how I seem to keep picken’ and persuin’ them
But I think that maybe there has been a method to my madness, after all.
Maybe, long ago, my love and I were separated by such a spell.
And ever since then, I keep pausing and waiting, to see if he will emerge through a man who matches his energy.”
(Baker Street – Gerry Rafferty)
We Must Be Braver than This
“What is remembered is near fantasy, if no direct connection.”
For A Minute
“I just need to lie down some more.”
Hey,
“What’s Good is Good.”
Interruptive Commercials When Loading Sleep Token
First offense: “How-dare-you!”
Second offense: “Sa-cri-ledge!”
—
(Husky-voiced, demonic wrath)
Baby,
“‘Take me back to Eden…'”
—
(Sleep Token reference)
Abstract Humor
“A sign read, ‘Mental Health And Jesus.’
I couldn’t help internally busting-out laughing at the myriad of implicated applications.”
Cray-Cray
“Are ya gonna run, again?” she asked him.
“I’m Ok”
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“Follow Me”
“‘Red In The Blue'”
“Under Wing’s Shelter”
Hon,
Why would you want me when I have become so broken, now?
Scattered Pieces
“Slowly sifting through what I can see around me to gather essentials, repair a little while regaining bearings, and then launching to retraining.”
My Word Is My Bond
“And when I can’t keep my promises due to external circumstances, it tears me up inside.
But you can bet that I will circle ’round again to try and recover!”
(Somewhere In Between – Forester)
Dracarys
(Amber – 311)
Missing My First Day Of ReTrainimg
“I must have been pushing Herculean adrenaline all day yesterday into today’s deep early morning.
My arms, hands, limbs, neck, and spine hurt in ways I bet no one can compare with due to the ever-lingering effects of the accident.
It’s like when I stretch, I can actually shift my bones along their center planes into expanding their tissue attachments that became coiled tighter and tighter around clustered support matrices.
I feel them pushed into and parting down my forearms as I flare my palms wide open – as if my hand will project-launch its ulna or radius forward.
Nerve fry burns throughout to a point as if screaming while buzzing in numbness – especially my left side, because that entire half has been stepping up to cover for my right side’s hip blowout and shoulder overworking wreckage, despite its own cervical compressions.
And my cervical torsion lockdown…
Let’s just say it’s hitch-twitching is borderlining upon another migraine.
Meanwhile, lactic acid flooding is pounding against and causing shock in my already bruised psychologg.
The Last Hurrah!
As she at last loaded the final bag full of garbage and got it held down by old shelving into the ttailer, she stepped fully – both feet with a glorious, oockie-murked splashing – into the midnight-hidden thick puddle of storm water.
Trying To Get Up
“Aaaaaaaaauuugggghhh….
Char-ley Hor-sessssss!!!”
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