Stream of Thought

Eureka!

The underlying reason I feel “unattractive” by societal standards is because media propagates avoiding representations of truth!

And my standard of being the most authentic, good versions of my self expression (at least when around others – lol) goes directly against this messaging!

No wonder I feel that I am all alone in the world amidst a sea of obscurity, and that I cannot trust others to value me!

Poetic Musings

About Face

Not wearing foundation makeup – generally, fine “spackle” to cover and “hide” any imperfections – disallows one any “false” confidence.

Do we need to see an ideal of perfection in our reflections to portray true beauty’s grace?

If I depended upon this for my character, my truth would be off-base.

Myths & Legends, Stream of Thought

I Should Have Told Him

I should have said it – straight forward – on the day of his accident.

I was too polite.

Too caring.

Too sensitive to the direness of his situation.

And it never stopped being dire – even with the lull of his drawn-out “waking coma.”

It wasn’t fair, really.

My being “set up” to be stuck on pause in that situation.

The elements had conspired against him, though my will’s love had been advocated for and a second chance granted.

In the end, “Loki’s” trickster ways won, anyway.

He’s a right brute-bastard, that one.

I’d like to sock him in the chops, sometime.

Or maybe mess with his own head by kissing him.

Stream of Thought

A Mean Implication

“Maybe it’s your side that needs fixing…” with regards to Twin Flame reunions.

But then, the whole Twin Flame relationship seems like a b.s. racket in how its dynamics are set up.

Why be bound to someone spiritually who by splitting off as a half from a whole is possibly no longer alike you in any way?

And what would incentivize them to “rejoin” with you, now that they’ve acquired a new sense of freedom?

(Title play with words)

Stream of Thought

Re My Profile Photo

When it was taken, I was trying out the concept of wearing glasses and had just reached a level of modified stability after recovering from the first bout of homelessness by extreme circumstances.

I was at last feeling a bit recovered then, and that the world was again opening up for me.

I was determined to make the most of it – as can be seen in my hopeful and youth-filled smiling.

I reflect in review how it is said that negative patches in one’s life can be seen over time as just blip-hiccups in the relative scheme of comparative positives.

Yet, it seems that my life’s trends have been full of managing some sort of substantial loss and tragedy.

That being said, I can still hope and reach for someday flipping circumstances to represent more in my favor.