If I were to let you go – would I survive? Smoke filling my lungs, coughing out asymptotes curving with no end, the space between half way gone, and half way here – what is our equation? Empty space filled, parallel universes sprawling out our story. It does not live in this plane, or does it?
Calculate, divide, tear – generate some concept, mathematically playing numbers, into the perfect octave, in some place and time that ends with no beginning. The dance of brainwaves, escaping through the wormhole, left leg reaching, right light still here, the numbers continue clicking.
I was looking into my drafts and discovered this. I enjoyed it and thought I would share. Maybe I will add more to it at some point and edit it. I don’t know. This post is basically to get out some lingering drizzles that are floating about in my head.
Just read this one…
An Unexpected Ass Kicking
Read these two earlier.
Human cycles: history as science
32-Year Study Shows How Geeky Kids Become Happy Adults
Moms gone wild: ’40-year-old reversion’
Have read this several times and my mind still says this, “What the Hell???” Yes, I used a curse word and I confess my brain has more than three questions marks. Now I understand needing to rediscover yourself as a “freed up mom” and all. What I do not understand is to seemingly go backwards. I am not intending to sound judgmental I truly do not comprehend why a 40 year old woman wants to go around doing drugs and hooking up with college guys. I didn’t want to when I was 20 and I sure heck do not want to now.
I do not get “sexting” at all… at all. However, I am not a big texter anyway so I guess I would not want to be a sexter either. Nor would I want to waste my time trying to think of sexy type things to say because I am not good at that either and I am positive I would end up sexting something like, “You so sexy – me do you long time” while laughing hysterically, then texting “Oh, I got to pee!” Yeah, me so sexy. Lol! Ok, I will stop with that.
I tweeted this next one the other day, but it is worth another share.
Can Anything Save Us From Flaming And Trolling On The Internet?
Anyone else like to sit around and watch all the flights over the U.S.? It is rather calming sometimes and the planes are yellow! When you click on them they are red! Yellow and red my happy colors! Flightradar24
I guess I am finished with my mind dumpage for now…
Healing through music, openness of the heart – drift into peace. Find comfort in these swells. They swell as water over the mind, body, a spirit thirsty, decaying in a drought – slowly come to life. Flowers brush lips a fresh wind blow, dew kisses upon a sweaty brow. Sink deeper in pollinating dreams, landing on the flutter of bees wings – fly out to breathe again. Anew glow fill murky eyes, tears consume in drowning air – engulfed under the fresh sight. Hue captured this heart. Escape from crusty flesh, skin soft – cleansed in sparkle. Undone, unwrapped folding down in light – a magnificent embrace.
(That came out while listening to the song below. I am not sure if I am finished with it yet, we’ll see.)