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Ruminations in dusty keys. Is such a thing possible in silence? In inaction?
The only appropriate word to be whispered is
neglect.
But still in this moment
they form, as I depress, elicit response with each
downward stroke.
Oh and the ink filled pens--
they cry injustice, accuse without a scribe--
scorned.
Yet the ink has not run dry,
futile, the soul continues to scry,
peering deep into ink, blood and oil.
Shift.
Backspace.
No one has been robbed.
We live. We thrive in ways simple, rewoven, frayed edges, broken bones only stronger.
There can't ever be any promises. Only hellos, hopefully less than goodbyes.
With a newness
--Come Out Darlin'...--
So my new job is progressing in excellent fashion. I am very happy with it...in fact I feel slightly guilty I am pulling a paycheck on this one. Seriously.
--and I've been doing a bit of reflecting on where I was last year at this time.In that horrible place. *shudder*
Really bad.
And then I stop. Because I'm not there anymore.
Thank God for that.
Seriously.
Anyhoo. I have an autumn photo fun thing planned for next weekend with the kids. I'm super excited about it. I'm making baby steps back into things.
About the video...I went to a concert this summer that these guys played at. I was like, What? Who? How...??
I like them A.
Shall We?
Shall we,
dance our way into summer?
Laughing eyes, cheeky smiles eclipsing shadows.
Or perhaps,
we tiptoe in on dew dampened feet,
hands clasped, secret whispers hidden behind our hands.
Either way,
we arrive in heat and storm.
passions filling up, spilling over into noontide,
communing with wildflowers, receiving the warmest of winds.
~me, jrdragonfly
So this Monday I was three months post op. For the most part, medical things have went along in a most wonderful fashion. About three weeks after my surgery, I had an overwhelming need for...escape. This is not a new feeling for me, just one I was too weak to resist. And so I dr
Devious Journal Entry
What do you do when you don't get better?
Strong arms get too get too weak to hold her.
Oh God give me just enough strength to make it through.
Sleepless, this madness is walking me out to the ledge
and stands there beside me
shivering out on the edge.
Oh God all I all I ask is a little relief
Just a moment of peace.
I don't want to live without you.
I'm not ready to live without you.
So let's dance a little.
Laugh a little.
Hope a little more.
Cause I don't want to leave without you, without you.
This thorn in my side,
though it cuts and stings me
As opens these eyes
I never seen so clearly.
And oh God I
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