(Someone said: “go here, they’ll like you better” and Heart quickened and stopped because Mind, so sensitive always and formed most trustingly by time crunches, financial shame and competition, neuroticism, spiritual abuse and children of it-whatever whatever whatever sOciEtY- already tells it- Heart- where to go to find “likability”; )
no one can think outside of what they know. Someone said something so resolutely. I wondered: how can you be sure?
In one position long enough ribs come closer together suffocation can happen in more than one manner ignore what you see from the corner of your eye it’s still there but out of mind waste of time to sit around all day and devote one’s being to what was already made placid or pathetic
the body hurts with the spirit and beauty shifts remember when words came out with rhythm and listening ears and instruments it could have been more it always could have been and will be again romanticize moments past even though then there was still so much pain and it will be the same again too
(Depression makes everything feel like only death, and when all is as quiet as it, that Life was there all along, WAS- just out of reach, and, even absorbed in this dry-sort-of-drowning, that it still is; life goes on!)
dreams about losing what has been given love to wake up indifferent (because men seem so indifferent to that music) changing blood to dark water waves licking feet and that’s all
a broken little girl that was so much like a woman in heart and mind and soul of course she had to break so young and she’s still there just beauty shifting so all’s the same and still nothing to do but think inside a shell the littlest mermaid
There is no where to go, when pages have been left dog-eared and torn but forward-
Wow, that’s so beautiful;
Your breath flies up with smoke, you choke, you poke fun at my heart’s greatest light;
I don’t care- I love! And WE let go into the night…
