Intermission
When the show is really long but you need water.
Tuesday, July 6, 2021
Water
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Tattered Tale
I've recently been "washing out" all psychoactive medications to try to find my "baseline."
Well, let me tell you, my friends, my baseline is looking pretty chaotic.
Like, I had hoped that after almost a decade on some medications I'd be okay to quit taking them.
I am in a healthy, loving relationship with an amazing partner etc. working at a job I like, I have time for hobbies and sleep now.
So, naturally, I decided to shatter that balance.
And because I don't wish to bore you with the particulars I have, instead, implemented the use of GIFS (this is one of the many maladaptive coping skills I have honed to a deadly double edged blade of "Dark Humor" meets "Total Despair and Confusion" that both meet at the nice sharp knife point of "My Loneliness is Killing Me but So is the Anxiety that I am Both a Burden to Everything and Selfish Beyond Measure.")
And to add a bit of a challenge to it, I'm only using New Girl GIFS.
So now that we have that all cleared up we can begin.
Well, most days it starts out well enough.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Arterior Motifs
Monday, July 2, 2018
After All This Time
September 2014
February 2015
Nov 2015
And my words
Dec 2015
I spent a lot of time walking
for the next two months.
---Missing the smell of oranges.
February 2016
It whispers
July 2016
August 2016
September 2016
December 2016
February 2017
May 2017
But I am glad now
that we didn't try to build us
In that field of hurt.
(It still scares me to think that I might have lost you in it.)
June 2017
August 2017
September 2017
rolled by him,
the space between us an empty town.
It's funny how tired loneliness can make you.
November 2017
Dec 2017
January 2018
February 2018
You shared
some of your stories.
(How have you always known how to love me?)
March 13 2018
March 20 2018
April 3 2018
May 30 2018
June 17 2018
Butterfly Kisses.
Music
Tuesday, June 12, 2018
Light Years
to see in yourself or in another
but simply light shifting as it does.
the quick clicking and shuttering shadows
on your face while passing quickly under trees.
in the dripping of light through the leaves.
Golden Green: Agnes Obel
I Want A Life For You : Saturday Sun
Stone : Agnes Obel
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Prose and Cons
You see, it's never a good time
--to ask for their hands to help you catch the slipping things inside you.
Is that why you read him poetry instead?
It is hard to tell if you have been whittled down
-- to what you do for people.
Is that why your humor is almost always settled in the shade (dressed accordingly of course)?
You see your hands
-- a failed utility.
Is that why you run?
And your heart
--Well at least you've tried, by now, to laugh louder than
the faulty ticking.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Grey Matters
Overhead.