“I think I may be mad at myself.
But then again, there’s smoke in the air.”
“I think I may be mad at myself.
But then again, there’s smoke in the air.”
“It’s another! Criminy!”
(Another support got interfered with)
“‘Keepin’ it real.'”
“Has got me feeling short-sighted.”
“I have no idea how to get out from under the weight of self categoruzing when I am struggling to overcome so much and look haggard.
I’m not 40, back when I just reached a new prime – yet everything got dumped onto its head.
Since then, I’ve been in some version of a constant battle in a war that never seems to end.”
“Who I was before is disappearing in the mirror – which has been causing me great distress as I keep taking hits.
But maybe at this point, I should just welcome it.
Whomever I am becoming will be stronger in new dimensions.”
“Being an air sign pushed into constant flight makes it hard to know when and where to seek solid ground.”
“Caught between gardening or medical appt.”
“What got into my eye?”
“It seems that I have an eye infection.”
Suspended by pillows
Seeking sleep’s release
“My nice black shoes with skirt outfit and plush, leather-handled black bag were taken from the gym locker.”
“What I’m ‘supposed to’ do.”
“An irritaing commercial comes on with the whiney voice saying, “why does the blahblahblah still yadayadayada?” in an attempt to garner my undeserved attention.
What I want to know is why has intentional lisping of good, solid language and idiotic ignorant verbosities’ waste of precious quality time become deemed as appropriate for advertising?”
“How can it take hours to do dishes, upgrade a pre-prepared meal, and make boxed mix cookies?
Granted, I added more ingredients – but it did not look like there were that many dirty dishes!”
“Adrenal craaaaash”
“Come on, already!”
“Feck!”
“When love is unrequieted, one must remake oneself to recover from demise.”
“I’m still working on reconnecting with my body, but it seems that I am pulling in mass in exchange from wherever those parts of me bamfed off into.”
She has the audacity
To keep enduring
But trialed struggles
Keep burdening
By similar cycles
A life churning
Desperate to stop
Whirlwinds spinning
Her like a top
Until she drops
Disheartened
Full stop
“Because the rest of the alphabet imploded.”
This is so beautifully designed and orchestrated with unveiling, delightful surprises!
“I remember asking to be helped, to be set free – and got disrupted, spaces propelled from my body into another parallel unuverse.
I keep trying to call them back to me, but they are stuck – and trying to keep going forward brings pain and gasping without their being retrieved.
Tensing, I can’t help but keep cycling between attempting to rest and renewed struggling.
Am I supposed to just lean back and let arms wrap around me from where my pieces have gone to?
If I cannot call them back, maybe they will claim me – and pull me into where they’ve been propelled to.
Maybe there could be a better life for me.
I keep feeling something, somewhere calling…”
Although people might gravitate
To cheer and speaking candidly
Our deep ingrained protections can
Lock down hard on the hind brain
One minute making progress then
The next turned tail and fleeing
We’ve only learned so much ’til now
And trust is still quite fleeting
“It often seems I do not fit with mainstream common vibing.
On individual paths is where the best are sure to find me.”
“For having and voicing needs.”
“Choosing any course of action requires tasks of followthrough, and I find that certain modes conscript central aspects of my core personality that are just too darn tired of getting pushed around and forced into workhorse drudgery.”
‘Seems to constantly engage.”
“You’ve got to love yourself before you can love someone else.
But when you’ve already been doing so, this phrase is just a cop out.
There’s no real explanation why one continues to then be alone.
It’s just about making the best of it.”
“And I’m not sure what it’s going to take to feel right.”
“I keep dodging uppercuts – but it sucks when they’re swingin’!”
“The mask struggles to not come off as my mind works it loose – and the pathway from brain to mouth natural instinct instant response is still compromised.”
“Actually, none of this is pretty, nor funny, and just keeps tripping the cortisol.”
“A bill that had been granted a three week extension defaulted two weeks early, reactivating autowithdrawal without my permission, reoverdrafting my account – and now its and following overdraft charges for other normal small bills no longer covered by my before meager balance (sucked away by this bill) accumulate.
Weeeeee!”
“Nobody startles or jumps when I suddenly cry out in pain from an injured mistep.”
“‘Seniors aged fifty-blah-blah-blah and higher…’ goes the commercial, showing ladies barely lifting their arms while doing slow dance moves in their gray-haired, osteoporosis late-staged retirement…
But, ‘I’m not dead, yet!'”
(Last quote is Monty Python)
Elderbrook has such a classy groove style. Isn’t that a dancing monkey toy rhythm interwoven into this piece? Pure creative subtle genius.
“It shouldn’t be this difficult to get the banks working smoothly.”
“Sometimes, it’s just too much to try to overcome.”