An older and younger woman
Unpressured, face each other
And I am the middle phase
Walking down this pathway
It’s time I pull myself together
Only so far fragmenting leads
Too many directions pulling at me
Where love unreturned continues
An older and younger woman
Unpressured, face each other
And I am the middle phase
Walking down this pathway
It’s time I pull myself together
Only so far fragmenting leads
Too many directions pulling at me
Where love unreturned continues
“Earlier, I had clicked the WordPress switch to ‘private,’ and deleted my link to here from my Instagram account.
I was not sure if followers would still see what I post, and I was not sure that I wanted to be viewed anymore.
This project has fundamentally been for me to express my own aspects while learning about and experiencing myself.
Yet, sometimes I have worried that other people…
Well…
I am clearly showing personal aspects of myself with no control over what viewers interpret through their own filtered perceptions.
But maybe my posting helps keep me keep rebuilding strength – although there is a disconnect between ‘here’ and ‘reality.’
People on the street don’t know these things about me – nor would I want them to, really.
I like being private.
These are rare glimpses of me working from the inside-outwardly.
I want to keep posting, but I need to reexamine what this all means to me.
“How do you reconcile the duality?”
“I thought I heard you calling me.
Are you ok?
You are not here – and I don’t know why.
I am here for you.
Do not worry.”
“I feel like a,complete and utter failure.”
My life is a broken frame
Barely supporting vision
Being unable to work
Or contribute as I did,
One could think that I
Now have more luxury
But there is little rest nor
Peace of mind struggling
And pain’s compression
Prevents music progress
“The warmth exchange is nice, but often their scent rubs off on me – good, bad, or neutral – and this does not represent my own signature.”
For me, it will be about you
So I must protect my heart
Until known for certain
That you want me, too
“However, I can feel my neck muscles reactivating -Thank ‘God!'”
I have loved you and
I will always love you
While she had wanted to travel externally
There were places unexplored internally
I didn’t know I would hesitate
Though shy, I’ve always risen
But you are more than human
You coalesce my heart’s vision
Caught off guard while wishing
Struck dumb by dream arriving
Too hot
Too cold
To meek
To bold
“If I could get beyond these barriers, ‘Hell-Yes!’ I’d want to be ‘set free!'”
—
(Multiple meanings)
“Blame cast unfairly – where the victims are forced to carry the crimes’ burden of others’ wrongdoings and/or projections.”
Health
Youth
Money
She assumed that with her injuries, age, and poverty, that she would not be seen as “worthy.”
“5:55, 6:44, 7:33, 8:22…
What’s going on?
Why can’t I sleep?”
“I haven’t had my hair long since when I was a very young child – and I wonder if like Samson’s it holds power.”
Beware of the dream that you can run away from
Because maybe what’s driving you to shouldn’t
Why did there have to be so much cacophonously loud and startling sudden noises so early in the morning that bombarded and shocked through her entire system when she just needed to sleep for injury repairing?!
She decided to imagine it all as thunder and lightening between loud door slamming booms, pounding feet stomping, and sharp crash-grating of the pet gates swinging – literally raining cats and dogs once they would also start emitting.
“If we were lucky, someone would come by on horseback and ask if we had any mail to send?
Remember when we had to travel great distance through weather to town if we didn’t have this option?
And then, that letter had higher chances of getting lost or interfered with?
So why, now – with the internet and phone networks allowing us to reach each other in less than a minute in nearly any part of the world – is it even harder to directly communicate?”
Come back to me, Baby.
Say that it’s not too late –
Say it’s never too late
For a love true as ours
I’ve been traveling through time
Stuck in so many gray life lines
Jumping through death’s door
Followimg light to even score
Tell me we’re not too young or old
To know what grace is given to us
Invisible tape on her car door, over her mouth, and binding her limbs.
She wanted to go back and rip it all off.
Jump through that portal that had suddenly opened and be with him.
But that was then…
A critically important moment – for just a moment.
No heads up to prepare.
No warning on time limits.
No power to command herself appropriately for the occasion.