Category: Stream of Thought

A bug just flew directly into my ear!

Even at the risk of missing an important call, I must allow myself to catch up on sleep.

Every day, the front desk had to be paid – whether rich, poor, or begging for more; snow, heat, fire, or rain.

“Isn’t it better to be friends, first?”

It isn’t about what I want, what I am striving for, or what should happen.

Everything is being dictated by external circumstances.

Places I have committed to are not generating revenue.

Versatile, adaptable, responsive.

Endurant love.

I like to think that he’s out thete, somewhere, thinking of me.

Right before a certain song came on the outside loud speaker of a hamburger joint, I began singing it my mind – and then heard it!

It gives me great joy to share what I see in my photography – even if it seems silly. Getting to creatively play and share makes me happy.

It seems a shame and a waste of opportunity to me that by the time we learn anything really endurant, we are supposed to step down from our hard-earned life’s position.

I never would have thought that being with him would prepare me for you, and all we can do.

(Title play with words…)

Do we dare to show in each moment how much we care?

There are some details that a bathroom mirror should not allow you to bear witness to.

(Mirthing)

Like a golem from Piers Anthony’s Blue Adept series, daily movements clunk along predefined trajectories – and I ache to break free of this containment.

In the muted light of the curtained hotel room, I explore supplement possibilities, try one released into warm molasses tea, and decide its smell is not for me.

Nature’s Path Organic Pumpkin Seed And Flax Granola accompanies in macadamia nut milk, and I realize that for a moment nothing is pressuring immediacy.

Lemon balm tea with a lavish amount of honey claims it will soothe digestion and neurology.

I experience what it feels like to be, simply.

I just want to get away from it and never have to deal with it again.

It isn’t mine, even though past remnants get triggered.

I belong in the sunshade of a gentle tree, at one with the wind.

Victimization

Look at the shape of it.

It has teeth like a vampire’s piercing.

Claws and spikes like a jagged blade’s poisoning.

It sits compressed tight upon itself like a rabid snake ready to strike.

It menacingly contemplates while its violent virus seethes in its own machinations.

Unwilling to play a part in it and wanting to avoid – yet, being forced and dragged into it.

It is not a good place.

It is a place which passed by Grace so that you could get a taste of it – and weep for its ending.

Hearing a man and woman in the back parking lot having an altercation and it sounding like the woman is being dragged away, screaming.

It is an horrible and infectious situation.

The trauma seeps into patrons’ windows, causing others’ to have reactions – arguing heatedly, as their own past traumas are triggered, over whether or not they could have done anything.

“You get what you get – and you don’t pitch a fit!”

It wasn’t that now she had to do these things.

It was that now she had the freedom to.

“Who cares about their neglect? Grow anyway. Thrive.”

He could have helped her. He could have taught her when she had asked repeatedly, and she would have avoided life’s struggling.

I am not speaking of status or types of corruption.

Just that having it gives you a right to thrive and prosper.

I play with the numbers for my amusement.

You still wouldn’t know the vast depths of my caring, even if met the healing clinic version.

I had asked the auto places around it to care enough to help save it, but I am pretty sure by its wilting and drying that it has just been me.

The grief at its ebbing comes up thick and choking.

From the beginning, to the end – to the end of the end, back to the beginning.

I let the song express the emotions for me.

I cannot afford the energy expenditure, nor the cbemical saturation in my brain that comes with expressing grieving.

Pushing hard to reach new levels requires pausing and taking time to address emotions.

When I wanted to, you were not there.
If you wanted to, would you show care?

A popular term is “existential crisis,” but what is really going on is a deeper evaluation beyond face values that we have been taught to adhere to.

Is it better to be more one’s true self or to propagate ideals confounding?

The same songs and feelings circulate depending upon what’s occurring in different circumstantial regions. I am always trying to improve my life, but generally have the same reasons.

When I was “no one,” my opinion was my own.

Becoming “someone” requires me to mask true identity.

I must find my new “perfect balance.”

We are both quite relieved.

Something felt off about the arrangement, and now we won’t be spending so much money.

Our momentum continues regeneration.

The property management company gave the rental to someone else out from under us.

Since no one does my therapeutic techniques, I must get creative to loosen my muscular torque tensions.

Who thought up the rule of “you must not want a relationship in order for a good relationship to find you.”

What?!?

Are we supposed to go around with one eye open and one eye closed saying,”I’m not really looking” while looking?

How does this start us out on authentic footing?

I have a dream to someday walk straight again without severe anterior internal hip rotation.

How do I breakthrough my own riddle?

It can happen overnight, so I work to be ready.

Before, it was better to hide and blend. Now, it’s time people comprehend.

What used to frighten begins to show recognizable patterns, and can be timed for safe gaps for crossing between, accordingly.

My youngling and I reflected last evening how this year we have not felt the constant fear that wildfires would come and overtake us.

Not because where we reside currently is necessarily safer, but because we are no longer living isolated on a mountain.