A Blog about Things

I'm sorry not sorry But I think you thought that stale moldy crumb growing some green shit on the edges  would be enough to feed me That half formed thought that you said  with your eyes all glowing and half open looking clear and  somehow pure would be enough to entice me That kiss you ended in the middle  to talk about I cannot remember what  would be enough to  hold me over  until the next one That my arms  aching the morning after from holding you so tightly  would hold on interminably I think you might have mistakenly believed  that I'd be down for waiting for the person you seemed like See my dear - when I was your age I could have run circles miles, around this bull shit the game player bull shit artist to end all bull shit artists but that  is a fake life  and I am so utterly done with that now So if all you have is partial kisses, and some vague, abstract need to be free horse sh...

Ambush and Center  .  This morning while lying on an acupuncture table with four needles in my hands suddenly these words appeared in my brain: LET IT GO. Just LET  IT GO I write this in capital letters but I don't feel aggressively about it. But it is significant. For what shall I let go? Attachment to struggle, to needing to know the outcome of anything which is a futile task indeed.  And then later this afternoon, while walking on a windy yet sunny day I came across these signs: 'Ambush and Center'. Much of the time these are our choices  - to be ambushed by negativity both real or imaginary - in the past or present... or to seek out feeling centered in a variety of ways. That's all I have at this moment.