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They Could’ve Just Asked Me
“The fall’s effects could be seen as an extra layer of deterent toward continuing with school.
But I was already looking at this regarding winter and spring, considering other priorities.”
Home
“It’s good to be.”
—
(Multiple meanings)
“Babe,”
Integration
“Routines…
They will coax my body back into a sense of normalcy – even if ‘normalcy’ can only ever be ‘temporary.'”
(In The City – Eagles)
(Nothin’ But a Good Time – Poison)
Made It!
“Mission Accomplished.”
(Wild Horses – The Rolling Stones)
(One Of These Nights – Eagles)
(Silly Love Songs – Wings)
Carefully Winding
“I’ve been taking my time in order to track my safety’s condition.
Eyes are beginning to twitch and pain is returning – time to spread my wings!”
You’ve Got Me
Mystical
(Your Song – Elton John)
Dear Friend,
“I went into a crystal apothecary shop today looking for a bracelet to help ward off the static harm that keeps persecuting me.
Without intending to, I found something rare and special that is perfect for you that they let me put on hold for when I can afford its simple expense.
Funny how I went looking for me and found something for you.”
“Along The Banks”
A different tree…
Fall’s Replenishment
“A great granparent tree spread out with branches long and wide to the sky in broad canopy had dropped its fall leaves across an extensive expanse, carpeting a huge area of open grassy shade.
And I realized that trees would usually reabsorb these nutrients lost if left to their designs, converted into different chemical compounds for feeding and nourishing their roots during winter’s sleep.”
(For The Breakdowns – Afternoon Bike Ride)
Two Sutures
“A misinterpreted establishment’s name of ‘Two Brothers’ as passing by through the sun’s glaze.
Ler’s me know that my brain’s addlement still likes to get me with its mirth flowing.”
(Proud Mary – Creedence Clearwater Revival)
(Miss You – The Rolling Stones)
(Thriller 7″ – Michael Jackson, Special Edit)
Adrenaline
“Certain parts of this town have real, driver a**holes who feel unrighteously self-entitled as they attempt to push the rest of us into harm’s way to assert their own ego-based narcissistic ventures.”
Unquaivering Quivering
“Ummm…yeah…
Hard to keep stability, thus hard to feel stabile – but I’m doin’ my best.
Pretty sure the new head injury is contributing.”
Bad-A**
“There are many reasons that I walk slowly with dense purpose…”
Puffy Eyes
“Ah, yes…
Another episode in the soap opera, ‘Days Of Our Lives…’
‘Tell me, doctor – is she going to live?'”
(Leave It – YES)
Layers
“Of injuries, what can be said?”
Warmth
“The sun is out for a moment, basking my left shoulder, neck, and face with its healing rays – penetrating to wounds with its forgiveness.”
Dear Friend,
“Someday, we may speak privately.
I have no desire to be public except to use this as a means to stay in contact with you.”
Dear Friend,
“Are we both so fragile that we need each other’s presence kept at a safe distance?
What happened to the bravery that has carried us so far to this point?
Barely holding on, I think.
We are still barely holding on.
And the lie is that we are better off, more protected if we stay in our own known quadtants – rather than leaping to risk and allowing ourselves to make a mess of it all for creating a new and better shared existence.
Oh yes, it’s going to take work.
And oh yes, we are going to feel very afraid at times and disiriented.
But we’d have each other – do you hear me clearly?
We’d have each other to build trust with and learn how we can rely on each other in true partnership.”
On The Road Again
“At least I have a chance to make it home – if I can stay ahead of the pain.
Not sure about school this week, though.”
Honesty
“When I was in the E.R. in pain and frightened, I just told the universe my reason for livimg was to see you again.
That’s when I felt all of those healing hands – which strangely seemed unrelated and felt like a coincidence in timing.”
Momentary Reprieve
“I beat back upon the pain last night to early morning hours from so many angles, and ot finally backed off so I could sleep around 4 or 5am.
The head impact compression distributed into flanged and twisted head and neck bone attachments down into right shoulder deep imbedment, as well as brain swelling inflammation was hard to counteract without ice or medication.
OMG – everything was swollen and not happy!”
They Tell Me
“That if I stop speaking, then you’ll return…
But I thought that we agreed to no games?”
(I Just Wanna Stop – Gino Vannelli)
A Purpose To Madness
“If there is none inherent, I shall fashion sanity from madness for us.”
Tethered Anchor
I will bind my pain to yours and
Pull you to the other side with it
Is It Not Enough?
That we have suffered
And survived suffering
And continue surviving?
(Telomeres – Sleep Token)
Dear Friend,
My love for you softens me
But the pain contort-bends
The Core Of Pain
Is full of molten screaming
No mortal may survive in it
Proving therefore of divinity
I Think That
“I just cannot handle additional levels of pain to the load that I’ve already been carrying..”
Injury
“My mind keeps saying that I’m dying…”
The Wall Between Us
One night, she delayed her shower and entered the darklit dream world earlier than usual in a desperate attempt to flee the concussion’s pain.
Yet because she was ahead of schedule, as she came upon the veil’s wall that she usually tried to nightly climb in hopes of catching glimpses of him wherever he could be, she came upon his ladder – still leaning against the wall on her side from where he had crossed over to watch her from a closer distance.
Do You Love Me?
Dear Friend,
“The relationship videos are ‘whacked’ – with every one of them trying to sell something to get a viewer to keep visiting.
We make our own pact.
What matters is what works for our own needs.”
Dear Friend,
“I broke down in training today while being worked on because of the pain I keep getting hammered by.
But toward the end of my turn to receive as learning, an image and sense of you lying next to me, opening your arms to me shocked me.
I wasn’t looking for you because I’ve been trying to stay neutral – but there you were for me.”
Dear Alex,
“The concussion and thoracic pain hurts so bad that my eyes are literally twitching.
Now I need a new fecking category.”
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