Getting nowhere fast.
Three days have sauntered by and in the fourth I find myself a speeding bullet trying to rebuild the things I deconstructed in my leisure time. Energy is rushing, somersaulting through the pathways cleared and rearranged, the hidden seen again, things lost I had not missed restored and gleaming with the secrets they have gathered while I was out of touch.Strange surgery, this throwing out of excess, unused or barely broken. A tiny voice says pass it on to someone, another voice says why? It had a good life. Was well used and cherished while it served its purpose. Let it go. Let yourself go free of all these sticky things that cluster close against you creating moments in the past that make you prisoner.
Now there’s a truth I do not want to face! How much I tie me down to moments so stale a scavenger would pass them by as having no more flavour. The photographs of me, of others burned somewhere in memory of times gone by, or if Time has siphoned off the pictures nestled in my brain, well does it matter if I throw out the things I have forgotten?
Letting go is so much work. The fingers are so stubborn, holding fast to shapes no longer valid, words lost in years of air between then and now, diluted like the bones of Caesar, mere molecules I breathe to keep the furnace flaming at the center of my life.
So much soot, this pointless baggage that I cherish. Ill-burning coal that makes more smoke than heat, yet as I strip me down again to basics I see my mother’s face as she says it might be useful someday, my voice sounds cold, my words unkindly echo in my soul when I say but not to me.
I like the bare bones gleaming in the half light as I wander through my days and nights. I love the feeling of unfettered; the thought that I can fit my life into a bag and go, although I do build stacks of books each place I pause then leave them and replace them, eternal friends with words and meanings to explore from every perspective as I move and change. Learning to let go.
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.who have moved ON from CStonehenge..
Energy. ) Drake.
2nd law. ) Muse.
No problem. ( Not! .) .chance the rapper.
Depression will hit soon.
Diltiazam a BP med made me manic.
Rabbit day +2 ...Sid conducts an interview
Nothing is too good for the Army - and this is what they usually get. - Pentagram maxim. A ring.
Nothing else matters. ) Metallica
.,Z e r o. ) Imagine Dragons.
Ain't seen nothing yet. } B T 0.
Rabbit day + 3 ... I'm warning you..- Tim.