Again and again and again, this begins with a cresting wave fraught with danger and high with possibility. Then 'BAM' suddenly nothing but air and everything falls with a bone crunching pummeling of the flesh.
I thought I was a good surfer!
Where the fuck is the meter?
I want my money back!
I want my blanket and pillow and I am going to bed now.
Leave me alone! I have a nice nest and I'm away to it.
What can't be understood is feared, and if it's not then it probably should be.
'The wise and the ignorant stay their coarse.' … just a little something I read recently.
It's never going to be a simple walk in the park, except when it's a simple walk in the park.
Projections on a wall make me happy to see in the moment. All those pretty colors and everyone is so happy. I've seemingly worked hardest at destroying any ability to be the grown-up. Scanning many things now smashed on the floor in a circle.
And me looking the fool as I have my fits and starts and all the while never understanding if anyone really gets anywhere anyway.
Make me happy.
Don't leave me this way.
It's not so much reality, as much as it's what I imagine.
I want all those things whispered in the nights.
At the cross roads, with she as my witness.
S O Timpany
April 12, 2012
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