GiGo, garbage in garbage out, garbage in/garbage in/garbage in…finally garbage out again. Very tiring mind games. But it works; has for me for years, I believe others are becoming familiar with the concept. What goes in does not have to stay in…grab the shovel, here I come. (There is more where this came from … )
Another day of leaving the miseries behind and enjoying myself. It’s not illegal or immoral–nuts!–but it does soothe the soul.
I have no idea if people actually read these things, but what the heck, here goes. (There is more where this came from … )
playtime feels useless now, foolish to read it I see that now…but you don’t turn your back on a brother when you think he may need something…doesn’t matter how many red balls, you chance it ’cause it’s the right thing to do.
flashback? no. slip into grief? yes. passage of time doesn’t answer the question…was he one of mine?
And the blessings come from heaven
and for something like a second
I’m cured and my heart
is at ease
~~Leonard Cohen~~
Light As A Breeze
An eased heart…a desire, a yearning, gratitude for that second, cured and my heart is at ease. A reality? Possibility? A real possibility. Yes. Maybe. (There is more where this came from … )
It’s something that slipped into my mind…the first sound of the word loneliness is lo, sounds like “low” to me. Strange creature that I am for hearing it.
For now, I am lonely, feel isolated, alienated from just about everyone, and most likely I have put my foot in my mouth. Foot to mouth is not an unusual thing for me…unfortunately it happens far too frequently. (There is more where this came from … )