Friday 17 July 2020

Stream of Consciousness #4

I enjoy myself as best I can. My subconscious is a happy land.

The leaf-dappled branches pile high. Brushing my face, a contented sigh.

Spring's one step closer - walk into the night.

Never yield to disruptive demands.

I set the pace. I bide my time.

Return to the breath and the goodwill, entwined.

Accept your disinterest. And honour the host.

She is me, I am her - we matter the most.

SeƱorita. She maintains that name like it's going out of fashion.
I tiptoe around titles. I don't want to vex her.
But if she were me, a long ago version
I'd hold her close and let her be one more 'person'
Mx is unhappy that she's in that culture war
But he'll take the option that dares to be more

Reality shifting, lowering nooses
Deep down they know the pain has its uses
Hoping they'll move past the pain at some point
Switching back to momentum of preferable sorts

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