[white lies]
it’s safe to assume that everyone tells a white lie now and again, right? to keep the peace, be safe or mysterious. I’d like to think that we limit ourselves, on the ones we choose to tell, to fingers and toes.
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disregard |complacency
Kidney stone clues lock hold of the third eye and creativity stops. Closed off, robotic the dark space enveloping the beacon missing. Freud: alone, floating. The abyss a perfect storm to be lost at sea.
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strong enough
this monotonous life: i thought I would be the one traveling the world. one city a year, in and out of love, never living in the past. these past twenty years all spent in one place. I had dreams of city lofts, houses by the beach. weddings, children, holding hands skipping far away. hopeful, open […]
Moreexile
this is transference interchangeable. Me, you and them vice versa. is it a teaching exercise for my heart? a practice run for loss. when did it happen: that this fear of letting go possessed my heart. this strength is a blessing, yet a curse: harboring the released emotions when they should be free.
Morehide and seek
do you fool yourself, like i fool myself believing everything but the truth do you see yourself, like i see myself a fragment of who i used to be as i lay here this night, there’s no doubt in my mind that most of everything is hidden in memory.
Moreif i had known the signs
sick to my stomach, it’s all there in black, in white all those early signs. The Natural Cat lists them all. I should have known. but how could I know? that weight loss mixed with lethargy, vomiting and digestive upsets. Foamy yellow bile and lightly colored stool. That the random pee sprays were anything but. mood […]
MoreTigger lives there
for all intent purposes, I should be asleep. its half-past one on Thursday morning, the third to last day of the month: an early morning meeting 8 hours away. and this day of days is not over yet. Tigger has not eaten; nor drank water; choosing to rest, sleep. he is my monster 6 lbs […]
MoreMelancholic.
Melancholy, a state of mind yes. A state of grace? Hardly. It is the in between resting spot when change is imminent, acceptance met with resistance. Letting go has always been a challenge. I see warning signs and rather than acquiesce I question: philosophically pondering the end of the beginning of things, swallowing burnt pitchforks […]
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