Angry Balls, my ass.
GOOD LORD – IT JUST KEEPS COMING.
Other creatures fly with far less hope.
Really, my friend, I so wish you could see; You are as firm as your nameplate to me.
Those should have been mine to cry
I used to dream of invisibility… or flight.
FEAR NOT! The angels always say.
I now own my road
And revel in its
And that will make all the difference.
And since you don’t get it,
You shouldn’t get This.
I’ve heard that stupid is as stupid does; so I am done with “doing” stupid now.
Freedom is strange… New.
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.
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.
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
Why do we push against the things we need the most?