There is always so much to say, but on this bleak morning of burnt toast and broken friendships, I am dumb, numb, silenced by the shattered shards of amity that slink around me tauntingly. And then I read this. Tears form, then flow. Released,words follow.
We all have those moments of grace where the heavens conspire to deliver a slice of life too good to ignore. This blog is a receptacle for mine. Expect random (in every sense) observations, miraculous mundanities, and crimes against fashion; if it tickles me, I'll post it, as and when, no pressure.
4 comments:
Puss, whatever it is that has now happened in your life-let it all out and cast it away-and the poem was beautiful.
A warm embrace to you, dear Puss.
You words are translucent as always.
August
"I am trying to love the world back to normal".
Is that what that feeling is? Sometimes it is so hard to tell...
When the abyss opens up, this black hole sucking everything off course ... yes 'get the seas back on the maps' that is it.
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