A Message From Your Future Spouse — What are you doing that’s stopping you from being together?
It sits inside every “good” mannered woman
Perches silently on the bottom rib of her left breast
The wanting and the longing to be something other than wooden
To be chosen to be spoiled to be soft is to be real—filled with zest!
Untrue words of the past make your heart ache. IGNORE THEM!
You are a bit hasty—new wounds sit proudly—blood claimed as favorite diadem
Ignore completely what healing might require…
Trap yourself in a cage, and pretend that you’re safe.
That your mind won’t eat you alive if you never dare to leave.
You poor, flightless bird. How your dull feathers chafe.
Wings stiff as boards—only pain of movement can bring reprieve.
YOU LIAR! You are not hopeless!
Though playing small your magnum opus.
You are not resourceful or business minded enough.
You lack financial savvy.
A need to leave the past behind—freed from the cuffs:
It plagues your restless spirit like a ghost in a mansion, never happy.
You are a washed up navy man
Tired, spent, lonely, saltwater skin matching harsh bluffs and gruff attitudes.
What happened to your brilliant plan?
Never the time to waste on useless platitudes…
Stop chasing the idea of vindication in order to find vindication.
Can’t afford to name yourself the pacifist.
The joy is in the journey, not the destination.
Who will bother joining you,
If you make them feel like they’re in a long queue?
Your perception is flawed. Your reflections are skewed.
The mirror you use to observe yourself is a pool of water—it ripples. Don’t drink!
An overwhelming debt accrued
If only in your mind, distinct.
You think you’re trapped and powerless in the machine of tradition.
You’ve gaslight yourself into poor position.
You could feel safe! You could be more secure!
If violent thirst can be quenched. Or your vision less blurry.
What else can you do, besides endure…
Get yourself a good attorney?
There must be more to life than this!
One can’t spend eternity only drinking their own piss.