“My scsla g<g…
” My scalp.is healing”
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(Dozing while writing)
“My scsla g<g…
” My scalp.is healing”
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(Dozing while writing)
It has been raining more differently today and this evening than usual.
It makes me think of you, and how much I love you.
“Isn’t really silent…”
“I do not always fill the silence now with music.
Sometimes, I just let the silence…”
Either I was “too much”
Or they weren’t enough
“A message asked about preferences in how I like to express and share love.
I think of Charlotte’s Web and sing in reply, ‘Smorgous-board, orgous-board…'”
“When the ache hurts too much, I need to disconnect because I have learned that by then, I do not really matter.”
When I have loved before
It has all been in my mind
The guy(s) didn’t show up
Even when in same rooms
So I have an aversion to
Only having love in mind
Because it’s too close to
Only talking with my self
And too much reinforces
Feelings of staying lonely
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(Title of multiple meanings)
There’s a kind of meat that is most sweet, without which one does not feel replete.
I’m wishing you were here.
Sleep well.
“You just do it.”
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(Moving stuff out)
It has got to be you
I will have no other
Because we know how
To create Eden, forever
“Sinus pressure from them drying up.”
Please don’t talk yourself out of reaching for me.
We’ve got a lot to work through together, as it is.
Do you like plants and animals?
Do you have any allergies?
If you want me now, you better say it clearly to me and quickly so I know without a doubt.
I am about to sign a lease.
These are hard to break.
Lol.
“In the dream’s outdoor piling at night, I came across my ex’s blue jean jacket with the thick white inner lining.
I recognized it by feel first, rather than sight.
And having forgotten about it simply from lack of prior reexposure to it over time, I grasped it and pulled it to me, marveling at its feel, its neutral yet almost leather smell from motorcycle and auto fumes, and remembered when I wore it proudly.
Then my ex came out looking for something and I handed it to him.
Recognition and his own memories arrived in his gaze, and I hugged him tightly with it in between us.
It symbolized so many things, both personal and as a couple, long before our course had been brutally diverted.
I guess that moving from this last family home is going to bring up and create some sad goodbye memories.”
What is it about dawn’s arrival
That makes night terrors release
Even if they were not able to feed?
Around 6am traffic picks up
The heavy air begins to shift
Night phantasms dissipate
Releasing grips from cares
“That’s the thing: I do need head space…
And it is strange how forms of this change, compress, or expand as situations either allow or limit.
I do not think I have real boundaries or limits if I am always shifting and flexing.”
“No longer brims.”
“To get into a place with bare minimums will so far be more expense for way less space.
I just don’t have the time to wait for something bigger and better.”
Pain
Neglect
Resentment
Pressure
Fear
Insecurity
Lack
Limitation
Imperfection
“To stay ‘even keeled.'”
Goodnight,
Sweet Heart
“A love message says, ‘Let me mend your broken heart…’
How about, help me find a nice house that I can afford…”
“Baby!”
“Look out from behind!”
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(Original Star Wars movie reference)