You are where I get to play, and I am grateful for this – and for so much more with you.
Thank you.
You are where I get to play, and I am grateful for this – and for so much more with you.
Thank you.
Sweet Heart
I can’t explain it, but you make sense to me.
That with careful analysis, one could change their life path for better.
“They are gonna help!”
(Crumples into a ball of twitching nerves)
“I am not this talkative verbally.
Except when cuing in on people’s needs, or minor social interactions around me where only a small amount filters to the surface.
And if under pressure to express more complexity quickly, I have to fight blocks and lockdowns along channels when attempting to interpret deep internal to external expressing.
Therefore, much of who I really am and believe is relegated to my own forum such as here.
I try more and more to allow myself to freely express myself in society.
But my most free times are paralleling, still in a type of secluded secrecy.
I try to allow myself my moods, my laughter, and playfulness – but even then, often, my inner critic tied to past societal diatribe is too much of a witness.
How can I still be so isolated when there is so much that I can see and long to be?
I guess it is has to do with lack of “safety.'”
Pushes herself until she breaks in absence of good man to share the burdens eith.
“Now or Never?”
The mind can only imagine so much without real experiencing.
She had difficulty believing that he wanted her when he wasn’t here rebuilding life with her.
“During the concussion accident, the prior car accident’s resultant bulging disc zone took whip-crack force impact twice immediately successively – and did not budge fomm either direction, despite weight and momentum.
No wonder there is stenosis.
My neck is trying to fuse as overcompensation for this injury and continued cervical and spinal instabilities.”
(Title of multiple meanings)
“My body is just so fecking restless.
Whether from pain’s discomfort, fears of becoming homeless, gritting teeth at others not helping, or churned passions needing attention.
Give me a break.
Literally.
Just give me a break.
But I need more than just a break.
I need a life that feeds and nourishes me.”
“They had me take the past MRI’S lying down, where everything temporarily realigns.
Then they tell me nothing’s wrong – even when they see indicators where I told them they would find them.
Despite what I tell them, the doctors march blindly onward, and all neuro facilities for one reason or another still will not see me.
It is up to me to heal myself.
Everything is always just up to me to deal with.
It is a contorted version of free will in a society often on the verge of disbanding.”
Almost tore me in half.
There is a twist in my gut so severe.
And I remember how my spine almost split.
The injury is still there.
I have been trying to regrow around it.
To get it to re-expand, rather than tear.
Tears…tears fall…
I try to not think about it.
Going on three years, soon.
Trying to walk again, without slipping or falling.
Trying to somehow keep living, striving, and believing…
I have not done them.
I am too afraid to move.
Your Shelter.
I’m too cold and too hot here, on my own.
Every time you turn
Away from me hurts
And I’m left confused
Warring with passions
I need you to
Risk, find out
I think that you see me, understand me in ways that no one else ever has or ever could.
You bring out what’s been hidden and has dwelled in secrecy, afraid to be redeemed.
I think that I do the same for you.
Something about us just slides into spaces for each other that we need filled the most.
And this both terrifies and exhilarates us.
Terrifies – a sense causing severe contraction.
Exhilarates – a sense causing such rapid expansion.
We have such potential for a wonderful life together, my love.
We draw, shift, and surge each other’s tides.
How do we come together and meet in the middle so that we may both benefit by and guide our passions, rather than being tossed about by their storms?
Please hold me close.
“Is keeping me up.
Help me sleep, please love.
Help me sleep.”
“In the dream, a Great Horned Owl alighted on a ledge in front of and facing me.”
“Another wave of insecurities…
I deserve to have protection and support.”
When you stay in the shadows, how can I see or know you better?
Let go of needing to be perfect for me.
We both need to work on this, together.
Static crackle of
Power’s inferno
Unbuffered reaction
To nuclear meltdown
From not getting what she needed or wanted.
(Title of multiple meanings)
Come here.
“I can’t do it, anymore – feckin’ trank me!”
Who could she talk with about this, who would understand both sides and help lend her strength in managing this well and correctly?
Everyone around her had developed their entrenched biases, and she did not want this to explode to next levels.
“As others blithely assume that they can lean harder on me, without proper reciprocation.”
“I regret last night’s partial small mason jar of red wine.”
(Movie theatre class)
Biofreeze (TM)
(Or to be honest, the cheaper knock off)
Listen to Blackbirds 2.15.26 by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/8el8LngWQVRjfGaYfb
“How are you today, my Babe?”
“Pissed!…Because I got no foood!”
(“He” had promised to make me dinner, yesterday – lol)
She had to not take things always too seriously in order to respond to her own and her people’s childlike innocence needs.
She happened upon his caved hybernation one day, and left him coordinates whereby to navigate and discover his passions’ true needs.