Sometimes, I wonder:
Is it foolish to hang on?
Then I think about what’s at stake,
And I know that you are worth it.
Category: A Woman’s Plight
Love’s Shimmer
When you were but a lad and I reached maturity, I was also ejected from predefinitions’ simplicities.
Consigned to wander, belatedly – I’ve wondered what it should all mean to me.
And as I look at our timeliness tripping, my heart can’t help but keep skipping.
For it seems we’ve both been looking into the same mirror, hoping.
You and I.
I Never Could Stand My Face
Ascensionism
Baby…
I’m waiting for you.
Missed Phone Call
“Nothing to report…”
Our Happy Space
My Love,
How do we create this safe haven together, and keep it priority while navigating and managing other investments?
All-Right…
“You want….this?”
Who’s
“Scruffy-looking?!”
(“Empire Strikes Back” movie reference)
Lesson Learned
“I should do things…my own way…any way.”
(The Rockafeller Skank – Fatboy Slim)
The Great Phone Brigade
“The issue being that this new phone is a middle step between…
More powerful to where it no longer qualifies to perform easier, downgraded versions of programs.
Not advanced enough to do much beyond near-teetering upon total lockdown collapse from managing too much data – thereby rendering cross-transference of information that once could have easily been shared as now untenable.”
Right About Now
“Keep It Under Your Hat”
I Discovered
“My bedroom door, today.”
What Is Any Of The Struggle For?
“At Baseline…Just Getting Through It.”
Wasted Time
“The efforts that have been expended today to produce just one post on this phone now that hosts massive incompatabilities within and between programs is a loss of time and increase of stressed vexation that just Royally SUCKS!”
Earth Mover
I used to move Heaven when once could use wings. But then paused in flying, forsaking finer things.
Held back for a ground dweller who refused to fly. Delayed even further as young learned to try.
Then found wings were broken as wrapping up tight. No matter my efforts, encountered more blight.
Then one launched and another as I fell on my head. Put shoulders to ground, shoving boulders instead.
Pushed out of my cave, found myself on a ridge. Could not leap with faith, so I clung as I’d dig.
Unmoveable rock only yielded going up. No water in my well – only dirt in my cup.
What I valued before has been back-filled and more. What dreams I had then have now passed through a door.
As find myself Elsewhere, still don’t know what for. Deep pain in the struggle stays a mystery, ever more.
—
(Reference to the phrase, “to move Heaven and earth”)
Goodnight,
My sweet star navigator.
(The Look Of Love – Dusty Springfield
“I Go For You, Too”
Self Made Woman
“This may be a true statement on many accounts, but I could not have gotten this far without help from supportive people.”
“Lord?”
“I did ask for help when…
Nor when…
Nor even when…
But I lift my hands to the sky now and beg: please help my hound go pee!”
—
(Her extreme anxiety from loud repair worker engine machines preventing her…)
Me With A Hound And A Husky
“How does ‘Come on’ mean ‘Go over there?!'”
Injury To Insult
“Walking outside with my dogs, like a surely drunkard who’s been hit by a bus…now where’s my alcohol?!”
(Always – Above& Beyond ft. Zoe Johnston, Club Mix)
Sleep Well, Love
Maybe…
“I’m too hot to han-dle.”
Right…On
Hon,
I don’t need to delve into all of the negative thinking that I am sliding into just from sheer exhaustive “drudgery…”
Suffice it to say, I feel “discouraged.”
I Have Been Thrust
“Into circumstances that I would not have chosen for my self.”
And This Time, I Mean It!
Wrenching Setbacks
“The untrained and too-strong dogs pulled my joints into beyond-tolerance strain-torsions – thereby destroying my plans of attending to moving droves of plants and furniture.
And I realized upon first entering and encountering the same behaviors and pee mess as I lost my reserve and became semi-hysterical-flustered trying to figure out how to use the harnesses I’d never seen before while fresh pee on the floor was occurring…
I am just too fec-king burnt out to be helping with this situation right now – especially when my own paradigm is still torn and tatter-shattered.”
Tons Of Dogs
“How did I get myself into the position of taking care of tons of dogs, again?”
Love Language: Acts Of Service
Love You,
My Darling.
You Can Count On Me
My Love,
I would not ask you to give up your work for me.
That, quite honestly, would be a type of heresy.
When one such as you has graced the land, fie to anyone trying to force aside your command!
Instead, guide me and/or claim me to be your rightful hand.
Bonus Find
“An uncovered remaining container of still fresh gluten-free blueberry muffins.”
No.
“I won’t ‘bad-mouth’ you nor degrade your reputation – despite provocation.”
Callibrating
Tracking and analyzing resources and patterns at distance to determine best efficiencies for recovery.”
Why Still Here?
“in my car, ankles swelling, managing things on my phone, as if I do not have housing.”
Car Bin Remnants
“I am not going to eat that uncertain number of days-old hard boiled egg, despite the fact that it is cold as if it has stayed refrigerated and emits an innocent lure temptation.”
Depths In Spirals
“‘For Once…'”
Furious
“You have No idea the levels nor depths of my seriousness regarding possessiveness once activated when I’ve called you Mine.”
In One Spot Too Long
Illness crosses borders out of order where health is not acknowledged nor vouched for by implemented actions despite need for resolutions’ restitution promoting sanctified solutions.
Eras Of Suffering
Dearest,
I need to pull more minor miracles out of my hat…
Sleep Well,
My Love.
My Only,
When I think of you coming back for me, my soul begins squirming in my body.
I do not remember having experienced my soul’s having it’s own shape before!
Warrior Mode
it isn’t your fault, my love, that I remain cautious and guarded.
I have become settled deep into my armor from more recent events which has shifted my mind into tracking and strategizing survival mode – regardless of how I am feeling.
My limbs are locked into predetermined allowances, and my eyes, lips, and teeth are conscripted along with voice to stay modulated..
But all I want to do is speak words of love from my heart and soul to you while we embrace and become one.
Yet, I do not know what is needed to disarm me.
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