I’m trying to talk to you, anxiety’s on this freeway too, you are trying to follow your friend’s car in a town that’s new to only me. but, then my purse spills out every stray stowage out of my car and I’m trying to drive and grab my purse floating above my head Fuck, above … More Anxiety’s glaring distractions
My bones flutters from the basic terror that inhabits my daily struggle. . Struggle forward. . My rickety but willfully unable body. I’ll stay strong in reserve. . But at last the sweet release of rest, of consciousness paused. . Then. Before the dreams formed of realist trample this once lucid ground. Usually for dreams, … More ruminations before bed, 12.3.18
“Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live” comes from an army phrase I picked up from my fiance who’s an Army veteran. The original phrase is “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill!”
Well, a lot of soldiers in the army have mental illness and are medicated for it. Thus, “medicated, dedicated, ready to kill.” … More Unmedicated, dedicated, ready to live.
I live drifting between the worlds within myself, the serenity is truly terrifying.
The vibrant awe reaches beyond my authority.
[Life Square One, 2018]
… More Life’s a beach 🖤