You can feel quite up and then it can volt it’s way to a down spin in a matter of hours.
And even though you’ve given advice before, even though you can know what to do, you’re still stuck.
Today marks the day of spinning wheels towards the true and much more sooner option of Canada.
I have given up on this place here. I knew that long ago. But now I know it.
Joining badminton or kids clubs, is not going to fix it.
Because the problem is much more deeper tha that.
The problem is myself.
Drinking rum and coke in a wine glass and it startles my bumbling brain when I think of how I’m 25 and this year in my dayplanner I wrote that I was turning 25, but that really wasn’t startled me right now.
It’s that I’m raising my child on my knowledge.I am rarely around mothers as it is and there aren’t any I respect as ones. And my Mother fed us Coke in bottles when we were five. So it is my human heart and conscious and brain and book reading and website learning that is with me son as he goes from 0 to 60.
Hee and Lee Um.
Two twin boys with the last name Um.
Lived in a balloon.
And instead of being born and being young, they swooshed into the balloon at age 22, and slowly deflated down to a 2. And when they were here, they let out a cheer, and left the home of their balloon.
This gum I’ve been chewing feels like it doesn’t want to be chewed anymore. But maybe the life of a gum starts at the point where it becomes like a textured drip of soup. And it’s already age four by the time I swallow.
And if I ping-yow it into a garbage, it boosts to 14. And if I hold my hair back and point my face towards a garbage can, get gum at the front of my mouth and open it, the age minus’s with each second of plummet.
And if the can has grown little garbage, the gum goes further,
the gum gets younger and when it reaches the point of stop, it cries like a newborn, or it drools saliva like a 17 month.Maybe it is at the age where Pokemon is best or drool is best and that is at whatever age best decides to be best at.
If overflowing from can, are tendrils of garbage, the gum makes contact sooner and is older and understands after the plummet,
that experience is the stuff that sticks.
And when gum hits the pavement,
if my aim is off-or on-by a centimetre;
if gum hits pebbled lane way,
it is okay.
Because no matter how many seconds that make it younger, or the lack of seconds that make it older,
experience still happens- even if it is not understood.
We do after all, tend not to understand why we were the one to step on the gum.
Gum may not understand either.
But shoes in motion mean a hundred different places, a hundred different experiences,where a hundred different things, can be learned.
But that’s just gum,
sticking to the facts.