Wird press this I appreciate you wanting to get to know how it goes – that carnival in my brain. But you can only eat so much cotton candy in one day. You’ll read this again, and you’ll be frustrated again I’m like a train that has the caboose on the other end of yours.
Keep running after your sandwich, you won’t get enough of the cheese until you do.
And then you’ll be sick for quite awhile.
It’s okay dear, only the strong mess around with my carnival.
You are the soulstice to my ever glowing nature. The soulutions I find in my everyday. Your soulfullness resonates in my bones, that warm laundrified fuzzy blanket against bone skin. How soulganic we are in our soulitude. You soulidify so much purpose in my being, that soulving kind of souldier, dedicated not to beat the problems, but to make them understood. The absoulute of my breath, the consoulable feature of all teddy bear grub. My resoulationial feats when I get stuck in mind mud. I’d stay in isoulation with you, fuel ourselves with our gasouline and live in the factual heat. That all of this means you are my soul mate.
Sweat against my cheek I can only see from Monday mornings’ light I am calm and found right now. I dreamed last night and not caring to shake it loose now, I just sit with it. Inside that dream I would like to be but inside this life my tools and I can make that dream a reality.
Your being is closer, the sapphire fragrance of your inner child stands tall among the adult reeds. And my hands dribble through the adequate possibility, catching the stickiness of the long stems between my fingers. Making sense of today, the future.
I think about you everyday. I miss you. I think about the what have I dones and the whys and why didn’t I and how could I and what was I thinking and in all of this, making some rational sense because sense without rational is like the national anthem without pride. oh Life, I don’t want to disappoint you anymore.
Awgust blooms it’s way onto the platform. a different approach is taken. i don’t dance yet, my mind is stabilizing still. trickles of frustration and anger leak in. i let them. I am not afraid of what I feel i am shifting control to me. and Awgust will be my platform on which to do so.
The deep pitted ‘if I was avocado sugar feeling, racing around my blood track. Apprehensive little race car cells, being all cute and energetic. Is it better not to brace for impact? And better to embrace the nature of it? There’s beauty in the after affects but holy nugget there’s an oil tank of fear too. Why? Well. Car can’t go vroom without oil, right?