The med literature warns of chemical reactions, doom and gloom, psyche disturbance (hair loss). I had planned to be immune to such follies, forgetting for the moment I was human. Looking over my posts, I see cranial cave paintings. Up and down flow the strokes, following the salty tide. There is an ocean inside my body, weather systems full of acid rain build and disperse. I'm just trying to be cool with it.
Woke up this morning floating in the boat, unsure of the reasons, thankful for the surprise. Still feel the usual pain and fatigue (man, I'm tired), but the darkness has lifted. Smiles flicker from the inside out. Come sun rise.
"...a story is a letter the author writes to himself, to tell himself things he would be unable to discover otherwise." The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.
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Ample, your sense of world around you is amazing, your expresions of how you feel is like of a poet. Are you a March born Pisces?
I'm a July born Leo (the 28th, 1970)
Thank you, you made my day.
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