“If I provided, would you come with me?”
“Yes.”
“If I provided, would you come with me?”
“Yes.”
Accompanying comments and explicative noises.
Counting them, one by one, to be able to perform.
Too confident from reduced inflammation’s pain caused her to miss two cycles of medication.
Allowing time and space for fragments to find her and reassemble.
“In overthrowing what has not worked, we struggle to find and apply what will work – while sharks are chum feeding, churning up the waters.”
Adding onto her load quickly and praying that somehow she could take on the weight.
We are teased with the promise of love, drawn out from our shells by its hope to wonder if perhaps safe this time to claim – but then are threatened inadvertently or on purpose by unsteady ground warning of its losses, which shifts us into compensation to fill gaps that continue ever widening.
One might say to just stop and let the vision crumble around them to save their own selves.
But isn’t this what everyone else is doing?
Isn’t lack of commitments’ investment and followthrough exactly why society is often on the verge of capsizing?
Passions enraged if she allowed them to war wanted to scream, “How could you do this to me? After everything that we have both gone through?!”
Down her face without crying.
Not too loud, but deeply saddened, as she stood upon cliff, shoreline, and slagging ship bobbing in the sea, aching to be free to fly, run, and sail – making homes wherever they’d roam, happy with the man she loved.
For a heart that truly cares and dares, suspension of true having can only feel fun for so long before one looks down and begins to panic when they find that they have gone so far out onto a ledge that there is no longer any solid ground to stand upon.
In such cases, one could then attemot to fly in fantasy, but the way can become lost with no guides or markers – as is a danger when flying through air, far above bounds of reality – and this dragon’s wings were still injured.
Bridging for her on her own was becoming more difficult as her system began locking her down for self preservation to get her out of the strain of “stranger danger” mode around men – which made her even more avoidant, private, and irritated by unknowns.
Her instincts ramped more to cautious alertness – and her feeling endangered to make a mistake – caused her to carry more daily tension, which increased shyness.
Was like walking through life in a sort of Goblins’ Ball from the movie Labryrinth as she listened to music wherever she went.
The people were overall friendly, and the dance was toned down to natural life flows – but still, she did not know which man she could trust.
“Yeah…
Sometimes I can be thinking and feeling things intensely – even have complex internal conversations with myself about them – but completely miss the fact that I could out loud mention…”
Will you please be my Valentine?
Thinking we’ve met, and you didn’t get the response you hoped for, because I didn’t know it was you – and upset because I haven’t known when or what to do.
You knew.
It’s why I get upset.
And feel teased.
But not good.
I’m not sure what you look like, which is part of my confusion.
She did what she did until the others had a chance to settle and the house became quiet.
“Blend into each other.”
“Buying used thrift towels to clean up floors after dogs.”
Why is it so hard for us?
(Multiple meanings)
She kept hoping to see her friend.
But they all treated her like a stranger.
“No pill.”
She did not like being messed with.
Doppelgangers
She just stopped talking.
I remember when he got onto TV – was it with Smoky And The Bandit?
Also Kenny Rogers in The Gambler.
Oh, yeah – and John Denver with the comedian George Burns in Oh, God!
It was such a novelty in the 70’s to have real life performers show up in the movies, and I remember hoping for and getting excited for their sequels.
Back then, restrictions for showing popular talent on main TV were very uptight.
Mobilizing…