sublimation

Now I can go about my day with relative peace of mind. Everything is relative.

deafening whispers

At first, the whispers are few and quiet.

I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.

Freedom is strange… New.

Run, walk, crawl, and ALWAYS be open to go someplace you didn’t plan. You might have been given a faulty map at the start.

Doesn’t matter – I’m the writer; I can do whatever’s fun.

Of course I want to be the best; I’m programmed to achieve

All is Chaos – Yet Structure and Purpose will always be found Within.

At the very least – PTSD starts with “Post”, So I’ve got that going for me…

CONTROL is my Achilles’ heel, you see; I like to think that I can call the moon.

Why did someone feel the need to turn this noun into a verb when “PUT IT ON YOUR CALENDAR” worked just fine ever since we had… calendars?

We keep ourselves safe and become more ignorant by the day.

wind chimes sing to me from the backyard this late winter morning

So Sides I Switch – “Solutioning” right now; At least until my strength begins to wane.

Who Belongs? You tell me…

How quaint the ways of Paradox! At common sense she gaily mocks!

thanks to the time change, not sure of the clocks; not quite 5? not quite 6? the altered chronograph mocks.

Time to put some more of our “White Gilt” to work.

what if backwards is the right direction?

scintillating sparkles in oceans of inky blackness

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