Category: Mirror-Mirror

“The window is open, the fan is on, the interior door is wedged for circulation – all mingling fresh air with more fumes as the lungs become wheezy as burden-laden and sticky-tacky.”

“I must adhere to it strictly – except with regards to a partnership and chidren.”

“When actually living ‘The Dream?'”

“Last night it actually happened…

An electrical candle slipped off balance and shattered explosively in the shower.”

“Maybe I too easily forgive…

But I do not think this is a flaw.”

“A break from b.s.”

“Am I fragmenting?

Yes, I’m fagmenting…

Because the wound never goes away when people and curcumstances take turns punching it.”

“To be alone…

Because I AM al9ne…

This is where I can find sense of ‘home….’

In and of my self…”

“Words of beautiful promise lose their meaning when not followed through by action.”

“My housing has been disrupted….

Wait.

At least 50…”

“Trapped within armor.”

“To trundle forward from.”

“I just can’t feel it, anymore.”

Something happened yesterday that made her shut down, clam up, withdraw hard, and hide her love.

it wasn’t his fault – no, never his fault.

it was due to a direct attack, wrapped up in a distressed accusation from someone she had always deeply cared for.

Though it was laced with kind concern, she could see that it was done to protect that person’s sensitive perspective regarding their own reality.

And without the “proof” needed to substantiate her own experiences, she could not soothe that person’s distress by direct clarifications in order to help positively shift awareness to new and healthy norm.

So she jumped back hard from the pain that this caused to her and sought new ways to protect her endurant and sacred regard for him.

“People still think too restrictively about Love’s greatest capacities.”