528: How Long?
The stars grow frantic I feel.
Compelling me to you with severest insist.
And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction.
What is in the dirt that so with the sky compares?
The stars grow frantic I feel.
Compelling me to you with severest insist.
And I know I must but can’t shake the rotting that crawls in and bonds my days and years in distraction.
What is in the dirt that so with the sky compares?
How are you?
You’ve rarely written of late and I’m beginning to wonder if you are on you’re checklist also.
Are you well?
I like it when you stop by, your presence is important and greatly enjoyed.
Present and open, the exquisite machinery of the experience.
Suspending judgements, all out roads merge inward.
Face turned to the sensory rain.
Wide eyes and soul agape
Flow.
I know the reaction I typically take in these situations, and I’m not going to do it this time.
I’m also going to remove this stimulus from my life in the future as well.
Labels make a complex world simpler.
Adam Alter
Don’t tie your comfortable decisions to light ‘what-ifs.’
Silence is a lesson learned from the many sufferings of life.
—Seneca, Thyestes, 309