“Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.”
Our signatures, then, over all the world,
with every moment we exist,
like fingerprints – your hand on my bare shoulder; its mark of love…
Our footsteps on the ground;
the way we meet the earth, walk & mark the earth.
~ Lie still & breathe ~
or rise, enraged, to rave & blame, mark & judge,
to find an other & lay upon it all the pain, the wrong.
There is no other.
Lie still & breathe. Be still. Breathe.
Stream-of-consciousness poem there. Sorry to flake out on you all.
I am reduced to – or, quite possibly, fortified by – breathing.
Smell the rose, blow out the candle. Smell the rose, blow out the candle.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Now and now and now and now.
The Never Normal 
That’s the only thing that got me through yesturday too amy. We are. Living our weird birthday parallel again. Different reasons same crazy. Fkn merrrlin
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I always knew you were a flake! 🙂 Love ya!
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Ah… ahhhhhh… the beauty of this has me almost gasping for breath… and feeling the tightness in my throat that comes with holding back tears… Both.
Thinking of you…
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