Tailgating extra ideas while riding various highways throughout life.
Counting religiously, facets of heretofore noncommittal avenues.
Finding no way around fragile beings and helpless
individuals lounging
on wayside tables waiting for expressions of sound in future images.
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Seeing flowers brought by family and
and turning brown – dying on their stems.Much the way I feel within as I try dailyto get better.
Silence envelopes every fiber of being, bringing solace to my soul.
Timid, shy, wandering aimlessly, keeping what solace I do have very close to my heart.So much of silence fills me constantly with a peaceful countenance.Something I can’t live without.
Looking up at a beautiful picture my granddaughter drew for me.
Every petal of the flower is an individual heart, and the leaves are like her seven year old arms, hugging me all day, every day, right here in my lonely room.Feeling the depth of her love gives me hope, and the faith to continue getting better so I can get back home and play Barbie’s…
A very difficult request to fulfill, being human,
together.Mom has waited many years for this reunion withDad – I feel her joy and rejoice.At the same moment I’m devastated, alone, crying,grieving, sorrowful beyond all human endurance.Being expected to continue life with theoverwhelming grief of Dad’s demise – how can Iwhen I can’t even see through millions of tearsflowing through my eyes constantly?Then I…
Taking short-cuts through life and ending up finding wrong turns and bringing us up short every time.
Spotting outcasts in various places, never expecting to see blindfolds spread across the room, hiding us from ourselves, for whatever reasons tonight.