I unravel at the edges. Listens with the heart.
Oh he's just going to put things in the car and come back to give me a kiss. Good morning, just me again in my pajamas on a folded blanket in two, trying to put an end to the limits of my body. I'm just writing. Instead open your computer and start working. It's because of this cold in the mornings that I have no strength for. I once loved winter so much and now simply - I do not have the strength for it. The thick stockings, sweaters hanging from the sling in the bedroom, ruin the pleasant airiness with such dark, clumsy air. To be in motion or to die suffocating in the air conditioner, a lot of laundry and no longer going outside. This begins. Hot chocolate, chocolate, soups, carbs, cucumber peels stuck to the marble indicate that I have tried. It will be cold for months now and I will smile forcefully and I will gladly grind my teeth and wrap myself in false laughter and cook full of warm things that will heat up my heart and stomach.
And then it will pass because everything passes and will be fine and how I am a heroine, a champion and beautiful and good that it just astounds me too. All bad thoughts will wait.
Hi, hope you're good. Love the way you express your unbridled thoughts.
Hope you're having a lovely day.
thanks dear!
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Lovely way to show us your feelings and share feelings that lead us to share those moments so yours.
I can imagine this piece and People Change side by side in a poetry collection--point and counter point. Each works well alone, but they are richer together.
I remember the first time I read a stream of consciousness piece, years ago, in college. I didn't go to a very challenging high school so great writers were a treat reserved for more mature years. Your two pieces here remind of that early rich experience, which demands a particular kind of attention. Your pieces are far less obscure than some of those were.
Obviously, I enjoyed one of your pieces enough to look up the other. Will upvote both later, when my VP is replenished. Just wanted to comment while the impression was fresh in my mind.
Addendum: I can't wait for VP to replenish--keep voting for stuff I like. I may stay in VP desert forever. So here are your well-deserved votes.