It is interesting to leave something that was so integral in one's life, and then walk back through it after time has passed.
Fridge Poetry
Something I did regularly, but with the giving up of the moon, I let go of the words, and left them abandoned, clinging, randomly on the side of my fridge. Funny that people have obviously been interacting with them on different levels.
I love this. I don't know who put these words together but yeeeeessssssssss
And then there is necessity. This is a life skill. A commandment. An element in induction.
What a grouping of words.....I did not gather them.
I may have put these together.....
... the bleeding of time, the bleeding of regret, the bleeding of a wound never healed, stop.the.bleeding.
I'll let you Waldo search the words amixed within this frame.
I have yet to encounter a naked prisoner. Not saying they don't occur. I have noted the calm approach to the unclothed detainee. 'Easy. Easy there. You are not wearing clothes. I am calm. Let's meet in the middle for some sort of understanding.' That's how I envision that it would go.
Good advice, whoever wrote this one.
Have you ever endured the dark with someone? Then I am sure this will resonate with you.
I did write this one. A while back. May have posted it. Not sure.
And today's - been a long time since I have woven words together. I am a little rusty.
