And again the same story. That cycle is over, finished. And that is about to start did not start.
What is the transition like? White and listless. No motivation. And though the sun every afternoon my skin brown, short, and the mirror just gives me purple circles and looks sad. Spots on the skin. Listlessness, and lack of strength. Be lack of sleep?
And trying not to let the guilt, fear, and surrender. Trying not to think heavy and clogged. Look
the walls of my house work, dust, brick, and know that the solution to moisture is found. Only fails to recognize me in that chaos, the chaos of my body and my soul. Than a puerperal woman can not trust that will change someday.
Trust that things will themselves be in order, trusting that things will be made a name alone. Trust that I can not ask anything more challenging than it already I've done. Because once again said "I can not" and here I am, without knowing the origin of that bad apple ... can .... in trying to remove it and take to their place of origin. Today I have great hopes,
As I am single I wear panties giant, no shave and cry me without makeup. Before there was time, now I have no foundation.
I'm wet. My house is wet, my eyes, my legs. I try to create a parallel little world with my mind, where men love me, and yellow flowers all year. Try, try, try, rest is heartache. I try to increase the power of the present, to thank, to praise and bless. Treatment, but the rotten butter ball is still there, inside.
If only I could mow my nerves ... if only I did not believe in anything, if so I just so nothing scary, which is that something will fill.
to see if even with the tears wash these feet a little dirty from walking barefoot and aimless. Let's see if I am, I coined and I am enough,
to see if I go through the maze of my mind Virginians,
to see if I can move again, walk a block without feeling old woman and haggard. Let's see if I can fall in love with life as it is,
A view A view A view
"I fall, I fall I'm gonna fall, if I did not raise me up "
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